All Chapters of Between Thirst and Love : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The events of last night keeps replaying in my head. And I can't sleep.I don't think I've had a good night's sleep after finding Damien in the room behind the iron door.I've been staring at the ceiling for the past hour, watching as the shadows shift in my room. I don't think I can sleep without my questions being answered.I'm also too scared to get out of my room after the attack in the forest. Which leaves me stuck in bed with my thoughts.I think back to the attacker's ring. The symbol engraved on it, keeps unsettling me.A serpent. That's all I saw. With little writing's I couldn't decipher.The look on Damien's face after I showed him the ring tells me he knows more than he tells me.I'll keep pressing on untill he spills everything he knows.I sigh, frustrated.I'm married to a vampire. A supernatural being I believed was a myth and was only real in the fairytales my parents used to read to me, to warn me, so I wouldn't leave our mansion by myself.My parents. My father.Did

I close the book and stare at the torn pages.There has to be more.But I can't find it.And for once, I don't want to keep searching alone.I need to talk to Damien.I leave the library and make my way through the quiet halls.I'm not entirely sure where he'll be.But somehow, I find myself walking toward his study.I raise my hand to knock.Before I can, I hear something fall inside.I hesitate.Then I push the door open.And immediately regret it.Damien stands near the window with his back toward me.Without a shirt.I freeze.For a moment, I forget why I came.His defined back is marked with several shallow cuts from the attack. One of them runs across his shoulder, still faintly red.He turns his head.Our eyes meet.His expression doesn't change.‘Are you planning to stand there all night?’Heat rushes to my face.‘I—’. I cut myself off.I quickly look away.‘I came to talk to you’. I say clearing my throat.‘So I gathered’. He responds.He reaches for the shirt lying over the

The carriage ride to the Ashcroft estate is unusually quiet.I sit beside Damien, staring through the window as the trees blur past us.I've been asking myself the same question since I decided to come tonight.Why does his family want to meet me? I mean they didn't attend the wedding which I'm not sure if they were present since I wasn't introduced to anyone.I hadn't even planned on attending the ball.After Damien told me the Valemonts were getting closer, he made it clear that I would be staying inside the mansion.No leaving.No wandering the grounds.No unnecessary risks.At first, I thought he was being controlling.But then I saw the look in his eyes.He wasn't afraid for himself.He was afraid for me.And somehow, that changed my mind.So when he told me about the attack, I decided I was going.Even though Damien clearly didn't like the idea.‘You don't have to come,’ he had said, twice.‘I know’.‘Then why are you coming?’.‘Because I want to’. I lie.His jaw tightened.‘El

The morning after the masquerade, I wake up thinking about Damien.Not about the insults his family threw at me.Not about the uncomfortable dinner.Not even about the way I had wanted to disappear from that room.Instead, I keep thinking about what he said on the balcony.You have mine.I stare at the ceiling.Why does that sentence keep replaying in my head?I turn onto my side and pull the blanket closer.It shouldn't matter.Damien was only trying to reassure me. Nothing more, nothing less.At least, that's what I tell myself.But the way he'd said it had felt different.Like he meant every word.I finally force myself out of bed and get dressed.By the time I make my way downstairs, the mansion is already awake.Servants move through the corridors, carrying trays and speaking quietly among themselves.I enter the dining hall.My eyes immediately search for Damien.His chair is empty.I look toward the other side of the table.Cassian's seat is empty too.I frown.That's strange.

The words stay with me long after Damien finishes explaining.We set a trap.I stand in the middle of his study, staring at him.‘A trap?’. I ask, trying to wrap my head around the fact.Damien nods.‘For the mole’. He clarifies.I glance at Cassian.‘And how exactly do you plan on doing that?’. I ask, both confused and intrigued.Cassian leans against the desk.‘We give them something worth reporting’. I answersI frown.‘Something false’. I say.‘Exactly’. He grins.nI look back at Damien.‘And what am I supposed to do?’. I question.His expression becomes unreadable.‘Nothing unusual’. He states.‘That doesn't sound like a plan’. I point out.‘It is’.‘Damien’.He sighs.‘We're going to let it be known that you'll be in the gardens tomorrow afternoon’.I blink.‘But I won't actually be there’. I say, dumbfounded.‘No’.‘Then where will I be?’. I ask, confusion written in my voice.‘With me’. He answers.My eyebrows rise.‘With you?’‘Yes’.Cassian smirks.‘Try not to look too disap