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Differently than the brunette girl who had tears streaming down her face, and the two muscular guys, one blonde and the other with dark, curly hair, who stared with open mouths and mournful eyes.
Nolan looked at me with an emotion that was blistering hot, unwavering in the face of what I’d done.
There was a small piece of me that recognized it as love, and it was that piece that brought me back.
“That’s it, baby.” Nolan said softly, inching closer.
I watched every step he took, watched how there was no fear or reluctance in his steps, only a certainty I wished I had. He reached out with calloused hands, wrapping them around my own. His skin was so hot that it bordered on painful. When had I become so cold? How could I not feel it?
Sparks set my insides aflame, caressing the festering wound in my chest that Sean’s death had left behind. With words and touch alone, Nolan plucked me out of my freefall, reconstructing that cliff I’d once been teetering on, before placing me back on two feet.
As Nolan pulled me into the heat of his chest, wrapping his arms around my torso, the Shadows evaporated, and Rowena’s flailing body fell to the ground.
“She made you kill my brother, Nolan. How can you not want this?” I whispered; my hands flush against his broad chest.
My voice was back to normal, but the sickly veins of darkness crawling up my fingers remained. They’d gotten further this time around, creeping past my knuckles and onto the tops of my hands.
The Shadows were silent, bloated on Rowena’s blood.
There were no whispers of fixing this because this time, the damage was irreversible.
Sprawled out in the dirt, covered in her own blood, Rowena muttered, “I didn’t make him do anything.”
Nolan’s neck cracked as he craned his head to look down at her, a ripple of pure malice wracking his body and vibrating down the mate- bond. It wasn’t just me whose sanity was hanging by a frayed thread, but Nolan too.
“Believe me, I want her dead and I want her to suffer first, but not at the cost of my mate. Look at your hands, Daisy. Look at yourself.” Nolan said in a low voice, one laced with caution.
I kept my eyes locked on his face, even as I shook my head defiantly. There was no turning back this time. I knew that, and everyone else needed to as well.
“No, none of that matters. I don’t matter.
This is the least I can do, Nolan. For you, for Sean, for every person in this pack that I failed. What kind of Luna am I if I don’t do this?” I said through clenched teeth, begging him to understand whilst fighting back tears.
The pain was too much, squeezing my heart and robbing my lungs of oxygen. The song the darkness in my veins sang grew louder. It was a melody of temptation and promise, one that spoke to the blackest parts of my soul until my fingers twitched with the urge to finish what I’d started.
Nolan’s stare was locked on my face, his skin pale as he scoured my eyes feverishly. The fear in his expression made me wonder if he’d seen something flash in my eyes, or if he’d felt the darkness currently poisoning my soul.
His large, calloused hands found my face.
They cradled my cheeks like I was the most precious, fragile thing he’d ever seen.
“Do not ever say that.” Nolan urged, his voice dangerously calm. “None of this is your fault.”
It was easy for him to say that, to absolve me of my role in this mess while also condemning himself.
Well, I refused to have it. He needed to know how I felt, that
I was torn in two by Sean’s death, but not because it had been his body that did the horrible act.
“It’s not your fault either, Nolan.” I blinked up at him, seeing the refusal in his eyes as clearly as the bond between us.
He never bothered responding, and instead turned to Tristan. He gave the blonde Vampire, whose gaze had not once left my face, a long look before nodding down at Rowena. Her scarlet hair was matted with blood, sprawled out in the dirt where she laid.
“Take her to one of the cells.” Nolan commanded, though not harshly.
Tristan slid his eyes from me to Rowena, a dark smile toying at the corners of his lips. “Don’t mind if I do.”
With the gentleness of a feral, rabid animal, he yanked Rowena off of the ground and slung her over his shoulder.
She cried out when his shoulder slammed into her stomach, her face contorting in pain. I didn’t bother hiding how much I enjoyed the sound. 1
Nolan’s attention flickered to Zeke, then to the witch practically clinging to his side.
“Does this one need to be put in a cell too?” Nolan asked, and much to my surprise the question was not directed at Zeke, but at me.
Tessa’s eyes flashed with fear, and rightfully so. Anyone with half a brain could see the shadows on
Nolan’s face, darkening around his eyes and in the hollows of his cheeks. He was on edge.
Hell, we all were.
“No, she doesn’t need a cell.” I replied, staring Tessa down. “I don’t think I’m going to be trusting anyone for a long time, but she could’ve joined Rowena or helped her attack me. She did neither, and helped heal Zeke. So, as far as I’m concerned, she’s alright for the time being.”
Tessa’s shoulders slumped in relief, and as I paid closer attention to the two of them, I noticed Zeke’s did as well.
“I’ll keep an eye on her.” Zeke exhaled.
As Tessa looked up at him, there was a sparkle in her eyes that I latched onto immediately. They had the same emerald tint as Rowena’s, only Tessa’s wasn’t as vibrant. Hers was laced with brown, rich, and deep, like the earth had given up a piece of itself to aid in her creation.
An errant thought crossed my mind, one I hadn’t paid much attention to considering I was practically frothing at the mouth at the thought of torturing Rowena.
“The prison was broken into. I’m not sure how bad the damage is, but are you sure it’s a good idea to bring Rowena there?” I asked Nolan.
“I have some men clearing the mess out and removing the bodies.” His voice was tight with pain, an emotion I understood far too well.
“I can help get answers out of her.” I said, wanting more than anything to be the one that carved them from her mind.
Nolan shook his head, as I knew he would. “No magic, Daisy. We do this the old- fashioned way.”
The song slicing through my veins, boiling the blood that flowed through them until it blackened, took on a shrill tone.
‘We don’t need his permission,’ it seemed to say.
“Fine.” I muttered, pain spiking in my jaw from how hard I clenched it. “But I’m still helping.”
With Tessa, Zeke, and Breyona following behind, Nolan and I headed to the prison where Tristan was waiting with a semi- conscious Rowena.
Giovanni made it there before us, having swung by the hospital to grab some Hemlock from Clara. I reigned in my reaction when the curly-haired Vampire leaned down and whispered in my ear, letting me know that grandma was safe and on the mend.
As relieved as I was, I didn’t want to think about her or dad. Their faces made the hole in my chest ache, and right now, my attention was needed elsewhere.
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