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His body jolts and he punches the mirror a mere two inches from my head, shattering whatever was left of the glass. I gasp at the level of anger that radiates out of him, and I squeeze my eyes shut as shards of glass hit my face and neck and a sizable chunk of mirror falls to the sink basin below.
The shattering is so loud, it reverberates and shakes the room.
Time seems to stand still as my blood trickles down my face and his blood pours out of his knuckles. Tears sting my eyes, but I don’t dare move. His hands now grasp a piece of glass and it’s all he needs to end me, and right now, all I feel is pure and utter terror. And heat…
Slick heat hits between my legs as I shake beneath him.
I stand in front of him, careful not to move, aware I am naked with shattered glass around me.
We stare at each other through the steam.
Long seconds go by, and he admires the blood dripping out of the shards in my skin, and finally he says, “Revenge.”
I suck in a breath and blink at him. “What?”
“I want revenge, pretty girl. I watched your father kill my mother, and now, I want to kill you.”
He tilts his head and cups my cheek, then pulls the little pieces of glass out of my skin. He turns on the water and washes the blood off my face. I lean into him, nearly collapsing as he nurses my wounds.
He catches me, and when I look up at him, his eyes are wild. And sad…so sad.
“Then why haven’t you?” I ask. “You had so many chances. All those nights, you could have done it so quickly.” I pause and gaze up at him. “You never came back to me. I waited so long for you to come back to me, and you never did. I dream about you every single night.”
It’s true. I’ve never gone a day without thinking about him. There hasn’t been a single night where I haven’t dreamt about him.
He leans his forehead against mine—a similar mannerism to Lincoln, although that’s the only similarity.
“I fell in love with you, Summer,” he whispers, and I blink at him a few times to make sure I heard him right. “And it hurts; it fucking pains me. Falling in love with you was the worst mistake I ever made. I lost myself because of you.”
I hitch a breath. “Mikael,” I whisper, and my heart breaks for him.
It was him, not Lincoln, I spent that night with. He took my virginity, and I gave it to him willingly. My silent, scary monster now has a name.
He rubs my cheek, his pale skin glowing. “I still hate you. I hate that you got to live a normal life while my mom suffered. I hate how pretty you are,” he whispers. “I hate how much I want you.”
I let out a tiny whimper as a pained look crosses his face. He said the same words to me at the rave before he marked me. He’s so close, his lips a kissable distance.
“You can’t kill me yet, can you?” I dare to say to him. “You marked me for the devil, and he’s not ready to claim me.” My leg wraps around him, and I pull him into my allure. His erection is so stiff, it centers itself right between my legs. I arch my hips to rub myself against him, daring him to do something…anything to me.
His mouth twitches at my coy bodily threats. “They will expect your body, pretty girl. I have to deliver it to them.”
The Order of the Shadow’s.
“Why do you care what they want, if all you want to do is kill them?”
He smirks. “Why do you think all I want to do is kill them?”
I fold my arms and arch a brow. “I just assumed.”
“I do, but maybe I want to rule them first.”
I jerk my head to the side, mimicking his mocking stance. “Maybe that’s what I want to do, too. Lincoln told me it’s mine by birthright, and it would only be yours by technicality.”
I just drew a line in the sand.
His eye twitches as he beholds me, as if seeing me differently. Seeing me as something more than a victim.
“Is that so, pretty girl?”
