LOGINPatrick’s POV..I woke up with a sleepy yawn, my eyes fluttering open and hitting the wooden ceiling as I blinked a couple of times. A slow frown came over my face as I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling for a long moment, until the memories finally rushed back to me.I shut my eyes tightly, covering my entire body with the sheets like they were some sort of protection against what happened last night.I had killed a man.I was with Cassian in the middle of nowhere.The thoughts swarmed my head as I tried to force myself back to sleep. Maybe I could just sleep it all away and never wake up.I let out a defeated sigh after long minutes of trying to silence my head and fall back asleep. Pulling the sheets back, I pushed myself up and sat on the bed.My eyes dropped to my bloody clothes lying on the floor, and my heart sank.My eyes moved to my hands and chest, which now had dried blood on them. My heart pounded as I quickly looked away, pushing myself up and silently walking out of the
Sam’s POV..His deep voice filled the room as I jerked a bit, finally turning to look at the man standing by the window.He had a mug in his hand, his legs crossed as he watched me. He wore a black robe this time, his hair packed loosely into a low bun that let a few strands fall over his face. He took a sip of whatever was in the mug, his eyes roaming over me as I shifted on both feet, not knowing exactly what to do now.“Uhm… hi…”I said it and instantly regretted it.Who says “hi” when the plan is to seduce a man?“Hi.”He replied curtly, taking another sip as he continued watching me.I looked toward the dining table, which was already filled with food, and then at the neatly arranged bed.Strangely, there were petals on it too. They definitely hadn’t been there in the morning. Candles were lit in every corner, giving the room a warm glow.Marah and Sarah definitely put that there.I gave him another glance before walking toward the bed. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I kne
Sam’s POV..“Please, no…”I whispered as she giggled, dragging me out of the kitchen with Sarah following behind. They dragged me up the stairs and through the door I immediately recognized.She opened it, and my eyes roamed through the makeover room before she pushed my shoulders down onto the chair sitting in the middle.“Look, Sam… that’s the only way…”I shut my eyes tightly, rubbing my fingers over my forehead.“I don’t know how to seduce Marah… and I most definitely don’t know how to seduce a man I literally despise.”I said as they sighed, folding their arms.“You said you were ready to play Maya. Do you think the prince and dearest Maya just talked and scurried away every day? Of course there’s going to be intimacy if you play Maya.”I dragged my teeth across my bottom lip as heat rushed to my face.“If I… seduce him like you say… what if he takes it as a sign to forcefully have his way with me?”I asked, my face growing even hotter after saying it as they both looked away.
Sam’s POV..I stared absentmindedly at the twins who were blabbing away about something I had somehow stopped listening to, my mind processing thoughts that shouldn’t—and didn’t—make sense.How do I make him see that I’m not his wife?How far has his delusion gone?Why do I kinda feel… bad for him?How do I—“Are you even listening?!”The voice broke me out of my thoughts as I jerked back to reality, looking between both women, their hands on their waists as they stared at me with judging squints.“Yeah… yeah, of course…”I said quickly, nodding my head with it and putting on the most believable face I could.“What did we say last?”Sarah said, tilting her head at me as I scratched my neck nervously, licking my lips.“Uhhh… you were saying something about… the prince?”I asked with an eyebrow raised as they both rolled their eyes, looking at each other.“We were teaching you about the emotional connections you need to learn with the prince and how to love a royal vampire!”Marah sai
Patrick’s POV..I wiped the tears that fell from my cheek, my entire body still trembling as I sobbed, my eyes fixed on the shut window that was blurry from the nonstop tears.My breathing was heavy, my nose stuffed, and the car felt too hot for me.Cassian was driving, his eyes on the road, and he hadn’t said a word for the last twenty minutes. He just drove, his expression unreadable. There wasn’t an ounce of panic coming from him, and it only killed me more.I needed him to say something, to do something. Anything.To scream in my face and tell me how I’d just killed a person.To point at my bloodstained clothes and hands and scream that I was a “monster.”Or maybe drop me off at the nearest police station.“I killed… I killed someone.”I said it in a low voice, a sob following it. It was almost like I was reminding him, like he hadn’t seen the dead body and loaded it into the back of the truck before we left.I turned to look at him, but his expression hadn’t shifted. His focus
Patrick’s POV..I stayed under the sheets, my entire body wrapped up, my eyes wide open as I stared at the blue cotton material, my thoughts everywhere but on it.I didn’t know how long I’d been like this, but after hearing the seminary bell ring twice for morning and lunch break, I knew it had been a while.Like every other morning sometimes, I wished I could stay under the sheets and just disappear. Not have the burden of existing… not having to try to remember what had happened last night or having to pretend that everything was perfectly fine.My mind traced back to last night as I shut my eyes tight, the entire thing had been blurry, like some sort of fever dream where you couldn’t remember if it was a dream or if your mind was playing tricks on you.Although, the smell of detergent on the fresh sheets told me it probably wasn’t a dream.My sheets had been changed…Why were my sheets changed?Why did he change them?What did we…What did we do?The thought rested heavy on my ch







