We implode together—as one—and when we’re nothing but one quivering mass still joined, I fall against him, lick the tiny rivers of blood from the open wound on his neck.
“Hannah,” he groans.
“Victor,” I reply, also a groan.
“What the hell is happening?”
I don’t answer him.I can’t.But I’ve changed this time.Not morphed, like he does, but something inside me has shifted.
And I can never go back.
We lie there for… I don’t know how long.I still have no idea where we are, how we even got here.
And in this clandestine moment, I don’t even care.
We’re veiled, somehow.Veiled from my father, the vampire king.From my stepfather, the demon king.
From everyone and anyone who seeks to harm us.
But—
I sit up, Rogan’s cock still inside me.
He opens his eyes.
“Where are we, Rogan?”
“I’m not exactly sure,” he says.
“You brought us here,” I tell him.“You must know.”
“I don’t.It may be the ether—a place that occupies the same space as our world but on a different dimensional plane.But I don’t know.It’s a legend, but I never believed it.”
“But how…?”
His green eyes shine with the brilliance of a thousand emeralds.“I wish I could tell you, princess, but the truth is…I don’t have a fucking clue.”
I rise, then, and look around.This place is green.So green, and no buildings are in sight.
A chill skitters along my back.An icy chill, as if shards of glass are spiking into my flesh.
It’s not my father.It’s not my stepfather.
But it’s something, and it’s not good.So much for being veiled.
I turn to Rogan.
“We need to get out of here.Now.”
25
Images begin to appear, as if a hologram is emerging right before our eyes.
The ground is no longer grassy and green but dark and muddy.The blue sky above us is now black and cloudy, with bolts of lightning shooting through it.
And we’re no longer alone.
A crack of thunder crashes through the air.Is it raining?No, not yet.