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~Carmen~ And I swear I feel something answer back. It’s faint... so very faint. But it sounds like my name. ‘Carmen.’ Soft warmth fills me at once, and it’s not the same warmth of the lust pumping through my blood. It’s the warmth of... affection. At least that’s what I think it is. It’s the only word my messed-up brain can come up with to describe the strange sensation. I let the warmth wrap around me like a fluffy cloud that will protect me. The throbbing between my legs begins to ease, not completely gone, but muffled. The air around me also seems to thin, and I find it easier to breathe. Sucking in big mouthfuls of air, my head begins to clear. The need to go to him is still there, but it’s not quite as extreme. I don’t feel like I’ll die from lust if I don’t find him and throw myself at him at this very minute. Which is good...almost too good. What happened? Where did this... protection come from? Did god take pity on me and decide to answer my prayers? Feeling

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~Carmen~ He says it so simply, I’m not sure I heard him right. “What?” I find myself gasping for the second time. “He’s dead, Carmen,” Elder Felix says more firmly, his own anger leaking into his voice. “He was killed yesterday by vampires.” “No,” I moan as the truth of his words hits, taking all the strength out of me. Elder Francis is dead…killed by vampires. The man who’s been my only protector in this cursed world is gone. “Yes, he’s gone,” Elder Felix says cruelly, “all because of girls like you who carry that awful, cursed mark around. A cursed mark that warrants the Sect to always protect you from their whoreful destiny. It’s sad that in the end of the day, you all will still end up with them, but on the Sect’s terms. Stupid terms that are always focused on exploitation anyway.” Looking up at the ceiling, tears stinging my eyes, I ask him, “What do you mean?” But he doesn't give me an answer. “Why?” I ask, but this time, I’m not asking Elder Felix, I’m asking god

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~Carmen~ Did Elder Felix … Did he just suggest… “We?” I croak out. “Are you saying that my father didn’t die from an auto crash and my mother my mother didn’t abandon me like I was told?” “The Sect is always out to identify cursed girls like you, and we have a way of knowing one even before she gets into the world. So yes, your parents are dead, and I, for one, know exactly how. They would have died eventually. With your curse hanging on your neck, surely, you would have still killed them.” I squeeze my eyes shut and groan painfully. I thought the Sect took me in because I was homeless, cursed, rejected, and hopeless. They are known for their good deeds, so I thought… Oh my god. A heavy, painful sob tears out of my throat. “Think about it, Carmen

244

~Carmen~ The sunlight is quickly dimming, and the shadows in the corners are growing larger. Where’s my phone? Dropping to my knees again, I start sorting through everything on the floor, searching for it. I haven’t heard from Kennedy. has he deserted me, too? Or is he mourning the death of his father? Does he also blame me for his father's death? If he's still coming to get me, what if it's for revenge? Well, it's all too late now. I need to call him and tell him not to come. It’s too late for a rescue. The vampires are close. If he shows up, he’ll only be in danger. I can't be blamed for the death of a father and his son. Even if Kennedy believes that I contributed to the death of his father, I can't lose him, too. I think as I fling away a shirt. He’s literally all I have left. Crawling around on

245

~Carmen~ I want to go. Oh, how I want to go. I can feel a tug, a pulling, as if there’s a string inside me, urging me to get up, to move. But I can’t. Not yet. Gritting my teeth against the compulsion, I grind out, “No.” “Carmen,” Zegulf growls, his anger licking at my skin again. “Come to the door right now.” The pain of resisting, of refusing him, when he’s this close, just within my reach, brings tears to my eyes. “No,” I groan in misery. Hoping. Praying. Secretly begging, he gives me what I want. “Not until you promise me you won’t kill him.” “Fine,” Zegulf snarls. “If you come to the door, if you come to me, I won’t kill him.”The relief I feel is so powerful it’s almost like having an orgasm. But he didn’t promise. He has to promise. “Promise?” I ask, shakily getting to my feet.

246

~Zegulf~ My sight temporarily goes blank when the door finally opens and I see Carmen. It's unbelievable that all this time, the gods and goddesses were only making me wait for her. I was never mateless; I just had no idea my mate was being held captive, several miles away from me. ‘No one deserves to die without experiencing true companionship,’ Brody has once told me. So, I decided to find a companion. I already accepted my fate and was hoping to find a mateless female who would be willing to put up with a broken soul like me. That was until the signs of my failing body started, and Brody finally came up with a reason for that I searched for her. I hoped, waited, and raged for her. I’ve felt every emotion under these dark, starry skies. Finally, taking in the beauty of my mate after a momentary

247

~Carmen~ Carrying me into a dark room, Zegulf slams the door shut behind him and pauses. His arms tighten around me, and time seems to come to a standstill. My eyes strain to see the beautiful face in front of me. I just want one more look before my mortal existence is torn from me. If his face is the only thing I see before I die, I’ll die happy. But I’ll die not knowing what’s being done to me. My soul shivers at the thought, but it’s true. After everything I’ve been through, I just want to gaze upon his face. To become truly lost. So lost, I don’t see what’s to come. Since the moment Zegulf wrapped me up in his arms, I’ve been drifting in and out of a heavy fog that is now quickly fading. I don’t know what it is, if it’s the mark itself or simply him,

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~Carmen~ Hair messy, a few strands fall into his eyes, giving him a dark, menacing look. Especially as he stares down at me, panting like he’s not sure if he wants to kiss me again or destroy me. All thoughts of Angels and heavenly beings instantly flee my head. He’s not an Angel... he’s a demon that is hellbent on devouring me. His ocean blue fiery gaze widens a fraction as if he can read my thoughts just before it bores into my eyes with an intensity that shoves me closer to the place between dream and reality. “Yes, I’m going to devour you,” Zegulf says, his voice striking a chord behind my ribs and thrumming through every vein. “But don’t worry.” His hand lashing out, moving faster than my eyes can follow. He shreds my shirt to pieces, exposing my bra. “You’re going to love every second of it.”

249

~Carmen~ How does he find my mark beautiful? A mark I’ve tried to cut and burn from my flesh out of desperation, but to no avail. Making a low, feral noise in his throat, he asks, “Did you really try to cut me out of your body?” Well, I suppose that answers my question. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it, but he just proved that he is in my head, and he can read my thoughts. Dammit. Clamping my lips together, I refuse to answer. He makes that vicious noise again, and in an attempt to protect myself, knowing what’s to come, I try to slam my knees together. He pries them back open easily, but before he can touch my mark again, my back is coming off the soft surface he placed me on, with my hands grabbing at his hands. Moving in a blur, I’m slam

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~Carmen~ The freedom to just accept what’s happening to me. To stop fighting it, to just be. ‘I don’t know which I like more,’ he purrs inside my head and rolls his hips, rocking against my clit. ‘Drinking from your sweet neck or stuffing you with my cock.’ When I let out a long, keening whimper, my pussy quivering around him, he sucks harder. Both sensations are fucking exquisite. Harder and harder he sucks and drinks. Swallowing down the very stuff that gives me life and keeps my heart beating. And instead of slowing, my pulse quickens. ‘You are exquisite.’ He praises me in my head. Higher and higher, I fly closer to my death, colors dancing in front of my eyes. ‘My angel...you are everything I’ve dreamed of...’ My clit throbs viciously,

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