LOGINSo Rebecca was sneakily sleeping with Beau while he was in captivity?
Kieran’s POV Warm breath treks over the fine hairs of my forearm. It isn’t 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 I’m looking for, and he knows he’s gone. “Why are you here?” I rasp. His gaze flickers to the end of the bed. The decorative flower which held one of Caspian’s hidden cameras is fixed, polished, and once again watching my every move. Evans’ doing? Or that of a Secondary, sent here to replace the lens while also removing Caius from my bed? “Caspian sent me,” Evans whispers. I expected this to happen. Caius prepared me for it, and I know what I’m suppose
Explicit Content 🥵🥵Final quickie before life starts to happen to them. Kieran’s POV We’re silent because we have to be. After Evans’ wordless confession, we know our every movement is being watched. We’re 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.“Caspian will summon you,” he whispers. “Be prepared.”He 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. We’re out in the open here. There’s so much that needs to be said, but it’s not here. Never out in the open.“Beau’s going to die.”They’re the first words spoken by either of us since we left Beau’s bedside. Caius replies with a curt nod and
Beau’s POV Blond hair spills over my chest, covering my skin with a feminine, gentle reassurance. I lean forward and breathe her in, until it’s 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.It’s 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. What’s worse? I know I should feel lonely, but it’s 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 can’t remember her. It’s not possible. So why is
Kieran’s 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. It’s an ache that restlessly prowls inside me, too. For months we were running, hiding and searching. Now that we’re ‘guests’ in the Secondary fortress, I feel more trapped than ever.Caius changes our course, steering us away from the medical unit.“Aren’t we checking on Beau?” I ask, trepidation in my throat.“He’s stable, human. We have an urgent matter to tend to first.”An 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 Beau’s 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. I’m running on fumes as it i
Caius’ 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 doesn’t have me.“Is Beau alright?”My human’s voice breaks. He has no idea why I’m here. Now that my human’s 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.“He’s fine,” I snarl.“Oh.”Caspian smirks and crosses his arms over his chest, goading me with a tilt of his head. “Your barbaric vampire came to save you. Kieran. Are you in need of saving?”I bare my fangs to him and feel the black liquid replacing the hungry red of my irises. “Careful, Mr. Consulate. I would not hesitate to rip your heart out.”Just a whisper of hesitation and fear fl
Caius’ POV Beau is fragile now. With every shallow breath, and with every shiver that wracks his body, it shows. He’s no longer the fierce warrior that suited him as a vampire. He’s reverted to human form, and he’s weak. My human knows it, too. What he doesn’t realize, however, is how close Beau is to knocking on Death’s front door.He can’t sense Beau's emotions, the warring depression and confusion while he sleeps. He can’t smell Beau’s blood and the way it’s slowing down and losing its vibrancy of life. The Secondary medics see his health is deteriorating, but they can’t see what I see either.They’re living their lives ruled by the side of them that’s human. Most of them probably haven’t tasted a drop of blood in centuries. If they did, they’d be able to smell the change in Beau’s life source. They’d 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
Kieran’s 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 that’s one of the reasons he is my best history lecturer to ever exist. He turns sharply from the pul
Kieran’s POV.A male. My vampire is a male. My limbs tremble as I stare at him. He takes a step forward, gracefully. He has long fingers that are perfectly slender. His colour matches the flakes of snow. I lick my dry lips and hope he doesn't smell the fear through my veins. He lifts his hands
Kieran’s POV.Two weeks ago, I turned twenty years old. But my vampire hasn’t shown up. And since then I’ve been pondering on why she hasn't reached out to me.The intermediaries between humans and vampires send the details of every human consort to their vampires once they are of age. So, what co







