LOGINCaspian is a real freak He literally has a camera in every room what kind of mad person is that.
Kieranâs POV Warm breath treks over the fine hairs of my forearm. It isnât right. It should be cold. I pry my eyes open, adjusting to the dimly lit room. I have no sense of time. My being aches for sunshine and the sense of this hidden world. Evans is crouched down beside my bed. He props his elbows onto my blanket, forcing it tighter against my ribs. My fingers idly roam over to the side of the bed I already know is empty. Evans watches my slow movements, and he frowns before giving a subtle shake of his head. He knows who Iâm looking for, and he knows heâs gone. âWhy are you here?â I rasp. His gaze flickers to the end of the bed. The decorative flower which held one of Caspianâs hidden cameras is fixed, polished, and once again watching my every move. Evansâ doing? Or that of a Secondary, sent here to replace the lens while also removing Caius from my bed? âCaspian sent me,â Evans whispers. I expected this to happen. Caius prepared me for it, and I know what Iâm suppose
Explicit Content đ„”đ„”Final quickie before life starts to happen to them. Kieranâs POV Weâre silent because we have to be. After Evansâ wordless confession, we know our every movement is being watched. Weâre in an underground snow globe, trapped but transparent. Caspian is in control of it all, pulling our strings and making us dance to his whim.Evans trails his finger up the back of my elbow and leans into me. Caius stiffens at our closeness.âCaspian will summon you,â he whispers. âBe prepared.âHe gives Caius a solemn nod and leaves us, moving down an unfamiliar corridor. The wiggling flames tighten around his silhouette, shedding light to his slight limp and slender frame. Shadows swallow him whole, and Caius nudges me to keep walking. Weâre out in the open here. Thereâs so much that needs to be said, but itâs not here. Never out in the open.âBeauâs going to die.âTheyâre the first words spoken by either of us since we left Beauâs bedside. Caius replies with a curt nod and
Beauâs POV Blond hair spills over my chest, covering my skin with a feminine, gentle reassurance. I lean forward and breathe her in, until itâs branded to memory. Her scent tickles my nose and mixes with the natural scent of her blood - a subtle sweetness that even my subconscious knows by the back of its hand. Warm breath slips past her lips and caresses my bare skin. I stare at the ceiling and try to remember what it felt like to hold this woman and love her without craving her blood.Itâs normal to forget everything after turning. When a human changes, a portion of their brain (the one that holds memories) is wiped clean to start anew. The emptiness I carry in me is anything but normal. Whatâs worse? I know I should feel lonely, but itâs as if my receptors to feel are being blocked from the inside out. All I know is that so much is missing.And this woman, Rebecca, is the only way to bridge the gap.Caius claims my subconscious canât remember her. Itâs not possible. So why is
Kieranâs POV Flames lick the wall of rock along the dingy hallway, leaving behind charred traces of their touch. Flickers of gold and red intertwine, and they dance with a fervor that shows their hopefulness for freedom. Itâs an ache that restlessly prowls inside me, too. For months we were running, hiding and searching. Now that weâre âguestsâ in the Secondary fortress, I feel more trapped than ever.Caius changes our course, steering us away from the medical unit.âArenât we checking on Beau?â I ask, trepidation in my throat.âHeâs stable, human. We have an urgent matter to tend to first.âAn urgent matter?The image of Caius and the handsome man on screen drops into my brain like a persistent fly on a pile of shit. Will that man be there? Does he have to do with this urgent matter? Between Beauâs waning health and the heavy choice of providing my blood for the war still lingering in the back of my mind, my emotional state is hanging on by a thread. Iâm running on fumes as it i
Caiusâ POV My human clutches the remains of a piece of citric fruit in his palm. His breath shudders as his gaze flickers between the two of us before lingering on me. I feel his eyes travel down my face and across my body which I know is poised for a fight. This Secondary leader might have his nation by the balls, but he doesnât have me.âIs Beau alright?âMy humanâs voice breaks. He has no idea why Iâm here. Now that my humanâs attention is off Caspian, the ever so tactful consulate has the gall to glance at him, smiling in a way that makes me want to leave the imprint of my knuckles on his face.âHeâs fine,â I snarl.âOh.âCaspian smirks and crosses his arms over his chest, goading me with a tilt of his head. âYour barbaric vampire came to save you. Kieran. Are you in need of saving?âI bare my fangs to him and feel the black liquid replacing the hungry red of my irises. âCareful, Mr. Consulate. I would not hesitate to rip your heart out.âJust a whisper of hesitation and fear fl
Caiusâ POV Beau is fragile now. With every shallow breath, and with every shiver that wracks his body, it shows. Heâs no longer the fierce warrior that suited him as a vampire. Heâs reverted to human form, and heâs weak. My human knows it, too. What he doesnât realize, however, is how close Beau is to knocking on Deathâs front door.He canât sense Beau's emotions, the warring depression and confusion while he sleeps. He canât smell Beauâs blood and the way itâs slowing down and losing its vibrancy of life. The Secondary medics see his health is deteriorating, but they canât see what I see either.Theyâre living their lives ruled by the side of them thatâs human. Most of them probably havenât tasted a drop of blood in centuries. If they did, theyâd be able to smell the change in Beauâs life source. Theyâd be able to sense the shift in his blood. His body is resilient enough to fight; his strength as a vampire was proof enough of that. The sudden onslaught of emotions and sorting
Kieranâs POV.Three days later, sliding my finger lazily across the carpet in search of my drink, I frown as I bring it to my lips. There's not so much left, so I'm forced to lap the froth caked around the rim. Beau plays his piano in the background and once in a while, he scribbles down notes acr
Professor Evans is one of the youngest lecturers in the academy. And that makes it easier to be able to confide in him. He understands young adults and sees things from our own point of view. And thatâs one of the reasons he is my best history lecturer to ever exist. He turns sharply from the pul
Caiusâ POV The presence of his breathing rattles me, it's a constant reminder of the presence of his essence. I watched as he filled his lungs with air for survival. I watch as he breathes in my essence, filling himself like an appetizer after a long meal. The drop of blood slipping down his bot
Kieranâs POV.I stare deep into Caius' red blooded eyes as fear curls around my chest, curling around it so tightly I barely have the strength to breathe. The variations of colour in his eyes makes my entire being tremble from deep within me. And I know the reason behind this colour. He's hungry







