His face darkens. “I meant your other sister.”
That sets me on fire.
Hatred boils over. It’s a steaming cup of it.
He means Seline. He means her sudden death.
He means the fact that he decapitated her.
Tessa told me about how Seline got killed. Though Tessa hadn’t given me every gruesome detail, she made it clear that Darius had handled the dirty details—and this admission just confirms it for me.
He’s the one who killed Seline. He’s the one who robbed me of my family.
He should pay for that.
“So I heard,” I snap at Darius. “How kind of you to do that.” Every syllable is caked with sarcasm.
I’m sure he understands.
His eyes narrow. “I’m still waiting for your thanks.”
Slap.
My hand flies before I can even stop it. And honestly, why the fuck would I bother stopping my body from doing exactly what it needs to do?
This man is the reason I lay awake at night crying.
He’s the reason I’m currentlyfearing for my life.
Because he didn’t just kill Seline. He sliced off her head like it was the bud of a precious flower standing in his way.,
And he wants me tothank him?
“You’re fucking full of yourself,” I growl. “How fuckingdareyou say that to me!”
Something rumbles his chest. I feel the vibration rattle his arms and transfer to me.
More pain comes.
I cringe against it, trying to hide my fear, biting back against the very nature of my body to react. But it betrays me. Tears sting my eyes. Rage clouds my chest. It makes it hard to breathe.
Andhe’smaking it hard to breathe.
For more reasons than I can dare articulate.
“Get off,” I squeak, but my plea isn’t heard.
He presses his chest harder against me. He drills me with emotionless eyes, wearing a grimace that speaks of hatred—andonlyhatred.
Vampires like Darius aren’t capable of anything else.
My lungs burn. I’m struggling to breathe as the weight gets even heavier. Jesus, he’s going to crush me at this rate.
Terror lights a thousand bulbs in my body.
Oh, dear fucking god.
He’s going to kill me, too, isn’t he?