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Chapter 10
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2026-07-15 15:19:10
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VEDAI dragged the back of my hand down the front of my gown, over and over, trying to scrape offthe greasy layer of ointment Zane had smeared across my skin.I waited until the heavy oak door of the kitchen clicked shut behind him.The moment the lock clicked, my knees gave out.I didn't sink slowly. My legs gave way, and I hit the hardwood floor hard enoughto make my teeth slam together. I pressed my forehead against the cold floorboards, takingshort, shaky breaths that still tasted of mint cream and stale tea.My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I shoved them under my thighs and pressed my full weightdown on my bruised knuckles, trying to force the trembling to stop.The water he gave me had soaked the collar of my gown, leaving a cold, wet patch againstmy skin.Using the corner of the wall for support, I pulled myself back to my feet. My legs moved ontheir own, carrying me up the narrow service stairs to my floor.The moment I stepped into my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and
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ZANEGood thing I got out of that kitchen when I did. Ten seconds more, and my fist would've gonethrough the drywall.Silas was gone, but his heavy cologne still hung in the hall, thick enough to taste. Fourhours. That was all the time I had before his town car rolled back up the driveway.I stepped into the cold shade behind the garage, pulled out a cigarette, and flipped mylighter. The smoke burned down my throat, but it didn't wash out the heat still buzzing undermy skin.My right thumb was slick with that cheap white mint ointment and under the cream, the feelof her pulse. I dragged my thumb hard against the denim of my jeans, trying to scrape it off,but the scent of damp skin and mint clung to the cracks in my skin.I stared down at my knuckles. When I held her against that counter, she'd been trembling sohard her heels rattled against the wood. Small. Soft. So light I could easily snap her in half.Silas’s prize. A thin trail of gray smoke drifted past my lip. A broken pi
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VEDASilas left for the city a few minutes after breakfast.I stood by the grand staircase and watched his black town car drive down the graveldriveway. The iron gates swung shut behind it with a dull, final thud. Then the house went soquiet I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears.My hand was still throbbing. So, I went into the kitchen, turned the tap to cold, and stuck myhand under it. The water hissed over my raw knuckles where the tea had splashed earlier,and I closed my eyes until the sting dulled into something bearable, tiny shivers climbing upmy forearm with every second under the cold.My other hand drifted to my collarbone out of habit. Bare skin. No chain, or the cold weight ofsilver resting there. Just the memory of the soft click of Silas’s briefcase latch this morning,his eyes fixed on the leather, never once rising to meet mine.I shut off the tap, wiped my hand on a towel, and reached into my bag for the heavy glassbottle of vitamins. Then, I shook two yellow
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VEDASilas shut his tablet off and set it down beside his plate. The plastic frame hit the dark tablewith a sharp snap that cut straight through the quiet room."Speaking of last night," Silas said. He reached for his mug and took a slow sip of blackcoffee. His pale eyes stayed fixed on me over the rim."Marcus mentioned you werewandering the halls near midnight, Veda."My throat tightened, and my hand jerked. The silver teapot knocked against the china cup,making it rattle as boiling tea spilled over the rim. The hot liquid splashed across myknuckles, burning my skin. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to stay silent through thepain. The dark tea spread across the white tablecloth, leaving behind a crooked stain."I... I was thirsty," I said. I set the heavy silver pot down on the heat pad, making sure thehandle didn't slip from my damp fingers."I just went down to the kitchen for a glass of water.""Without shoes?" Silas asked. He didn't raise his voice. He sounded calm
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VEDAThe mattress dipped under his weight. Zane came down on top of me, his bare chestburning against mine. His hands wrapped around my wrists, slamming them up into theheadboard. Rough wood scraped the back of my knuckles. I jerked my arms, but his gripdidn't give. His mouth dropped into the crook of my neck, stubble rasping against my throatlike sandpaper. He exhaled hard against my collarbone, blowing hot air over my wet skin."Zane," I rasped.The dark took the word. He didn't answer. His hands let go of my wrists, his palms draggingdown my forearms, over my ribs, yanking my silk nightgown past my waist. Freezingbedroom air hit my stomach, and then his chest slammed back down, trapping the heatagainst me.His fingers bit into my inner thighs, forcing my knees wide. My hips rose on their own to meethim, my back arching off the sheet. He shoved himself forward into the space between mylegs, the hard ridge of his body pressing flat against the thin silk covering my core.Za
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0VEDAA sharp, heavy cough cut through the dark hallway like a knife.My eyes flew wide and the air rushed out of my lungs in a choked gasp. My legs, stillwrapped around Zane's waist, went stiff before I scrambled down. The thin silk of my dressrubbed painfully against his pants as my bare feet hit the cold wooden floor. I shoved bothhands hard against his chest, but he didn't move. His broad body still kept me pinned againstthe wall like a shield. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his jaw clenched so tightly itlooked like it could crack. Heat poured off him, sinking through my clothes."Zane," I whispered. My voice shook as it caught in my throat. My hands trembled againsthis shirt."Go. Now."He stayed still, looking down at me with dark, heavy eyes. He didn't move an inch. I pulledharder on his collar, staring up at him, pleading with everything I had.After a long second, he let out a low breath. His hand slid down my waist, fingers draggingagainst my skin lik
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