MONICA.I knew I was done being mad, even before Roman’s lips touches mine.As soon as I walked out of his office, I knew. He won’t say that he wants me to stay, but it’s not because he doesn’t want it. I could see it in his eyes: he was trying to do the right thing.And I promised myself that after this one night, I will also do the right thing.But for now, his lips are on mine. And they’re assertive. Soft and urgent at the same time. Tasting of need and lust and love and I can’t get enough.Roman puts his hands on my waist, squeezing at first, but easing his grip until he’s gentle enough that I can only feel the brush of his palms. The heat of his skin soaks through the fabric of my clothes, and I just want to feel it on my bare skin.I break the kiss, my chest heaving. “Make love to me.”“It’s all I want to do.”“Then get me naked.”I pull his head towards mine, kissing him again. His tongue slides inside my mouth, and I suck on it, wrapping my arms around him until he has no choi
ROMAN.I turn the letter over in my hand, thinking that surely this is some kind of trick. It didn’t even try to be subtle. It had no attempts to hide what’s going on. Which makes me wonder if this whole operation with the Disciple is as hidden as we all thought it was. This is about Cassandra. I don’t know how long it’s been here, but it’s not a coincidence that she found her way here and tried to ask Monica to kill her and end her misery. Some semblance of a picture starts to form in my mind.So, Hyden used my decision to have Cassandra to be imprisoned in the northern penitentiary as a chance to hurt her. As to why… maybe she knows something about his connection to the Disciple. Hell, maybe she even knows about his plans to bring Monica to their leader. After all, they did work together before. Maybe their agreement was that he would help her become my Luna Queen, and she would help him get Monica.Or maybe Cassandra was a part of it.But why was she harmed if she was? Did she ch
ROMAN.Monica waits for me to say no. I can tell by the look on her face that she wants me to make her stay.And the most selfish part of me wants that. That part almost pushes me to say it. I need her by my side. Every second apart feels like agony.But this is her safety we're talking about.I look away. "It would be best if you relax so we can talk about this properly. I'm not being harsh. I'm more concerned of your safety.""And what is it exactly that's so dangerous about me?"My mouth goes dry. "I didn't mean it that way," I say slowly. "Before the wedding, August and I were able to find that the mark on your arm belongs to the House of Arcalis. A house so ancient that none of us have ever heard about it. You're different, Monica. Stronger. Older. More unpredictable."Her face sours. "And you think that because of that, I can hurt people?""Like I said, that's not what I meant by that," I grit out. "You're still in danger. The Disciple is alive, and he's after you. I'm assuming
ROMAN."Are you sure we need to do this?" August asks as soon as be joins me in the morgue. "We don't have to do it today. We were going to have a ceremony and everything. We can wait until then.""I don't think we should," I murmur. "Not with the mark that my dear brother tattooed on his own arm."Even though it turns my stomach to be doing this, I slide Hyden's body into the fire and wait for the flames to swallow his entire body.I step back and let the smoke funnel into the tube and out into the air. Some of the smoke remains in the room, and the smell of burning flesh wafts through my nose. My eyes start to water, but I don't think it's from smoke and the smell. I should say something. I should at least have something honorable to say about him. But I don't. And maybe that's the saddest thing of all.The flames take ahold of Hyden, consuming him completely until there's nothing left but his ashes. The last of my family, now being swept into a brass urn.I don't even have an ide
MONICAI can't do it.Cassandra must have seen that on my face because she shakes her head and weeps even more intensely, her face scrunched up in pure pain."You have to do it," she begs. "You can't leave me like this. You can't leave me alive. They will find me.""I can't kill you," I whisper.Suddenly, images flash in my mind. Images of Hyden bleeding from my bites. The taste of his blood. It's all so vivid that I can't move for a moment. It's only when I feel Cassandra's cold hands closing around mine that I find myself alert again.I turn to her, and she presses the blade into my hands and guides it towards her neck."Do it," she says, and it sounds like she poured all her energy into those two words.Before I can say anything more, Cassandra pressed the blade against her neck using the force of my hands. Since she's weak and I'm reluctant, the blade barely slides into her skin. It draws blood, but not enough to deal her some lasting damage. She tries again, but since I'm openly
MONICA.The air rings with my uncertainty, clinging to the wind like a bad perfume. I press my back harder against the tree trunk as though it would absorb me with just enough pressure. Is this real? I know that I haven't been sleeping the best, and I know that that can lead to funky stuff. I might just be imagining this whole thing.I mean, when was the last time I saw Cassandra? It's been so long that I can't even remember. Hell, I also don't remember the last time her name came up in conversations. I just know that Janus told me that she had to be put away for what she did to me.Seeing this version of her now makes me doubt a lot of things. It makes me doubt if this is even real. But then again, why would she be something I would hallucinate when she hasn't crossed my mind in forever.But the smell of blood and unwashed flesh is what brings me back.This is real. I hear her. I smell her. I see her.And she's still trying to crawl closer to me."Help me, please," she begs, holding