Thirteen

BREA POV

I didn't want to be left alone. Because I didn't want to confront what I'd felt when Nicolai kissed me.

What the hell was wrong with me? Was I really turned on by someone who I was sure was going to kill me in the end? Or was I so touch depraved that at any slight provocation, my body ignited like a burning flame?

He put a freaking shock collar on me and must have probably watched me writhe on the floor before he decided to grab me by the hair.

Ryder's touch had made me feel alive, but Nicolai. It made me burn. It made my skin prickle and I didn't like it. I didn't like him either. His eyes were so cold they scared me. And I was afraid because I knew he could do worse.

But you love the pain.

I jerked at the voice in my head.

Then I tried to deny it, but I knew it was all a lie. He'd bitten me and it had hurt like hell, but the burn and the way it still tingled even up till now made me feel alive.

But I couldn't live like this. This was just like the rehab center, even th