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at me sadly and shook her head. "Even if I explain, you won't understand. You’ll never see things the way I do."
     
    "God damn it, just give me the chance. You owe me that."
     
    "No," she whispered as part of me broke for good.
     
    She turned away and began to dress. I longed to run my hands over her smooth skin. I wanted to squeeze this elusive secret out of her, but I knew it wouldn't work. She'd kept it close to her chest for over two hundred years. One would think I'd learned my lesson by now. It was time to force myself to swallow it and move on. I was dying inside and I was letting it happen because I wouldn't let her go. Fate was a bitch and I hated her.
     
    "I can't do this anymore, Raquel. I can't be with only part of you—it's not enough. I'm slowly going insane."
     
    "I know. I am too," she said so quietly I almost missed it. "I'll leave here and not come back again. There are other tutors for Samuel. It was selfish and wrong for me to be here. I'm sorry."
     
    I wanted crawl out of my skin. I wanted to shake her and make her understand or at least make her hurt as much as I did. The agony I felt was unbearable. Her future and her happiness were right in front of her and she was too scared or proud to see it.
     
    "You're an icy woman, Raquel, and fate has destined me to Hell by making me your mate."
     
    My tone held no expression. I had nothing left to give. The hopelessness made me a hollow shell. I loved her as much as I hated her.
     
    I felt her stare but refused to look.
     
    "You're right, Heathcliff. I'm cold and unfeeling. I'm sorry about what fate has destined, but sometimes fate makes mistakes."
     
    "Apparently," I said coolly. "You have pretty words and a pretty facade. I suppose I should be grateful that you only showed me your outside and hid your insides because they are as black as the heart you don't have."
     
    Her sob caught in her throat and I felt ill. I rolled off the bed and sat on the edge with my back to her. Seeing her would make me beg and I'd already done that. I would not do it again—ever again. Her quiet crying shredded me. The cruel words had left my lips willingly and now I would give my undead life to take them back.
     
    "Raquel, I… "
     
    "No, Heathcliff. What you said is true. Believe it always —at least you'll be alive to do so." With that she left.
     
    I picked up the first thing my hands touched and smashed it against the wall. Her words held such irony. I wasn't alive and neither was she. We were undead. We were fucking Vampyres and we would live for eternity… alone.
     
    Because she was too much of a coward to be mine.
     
    I pulled on some pants and went looking for a fight. Getting beaten and bloody was the only thing that was going to work for me and I knew just where to find it.
     

Chapter 7
     
    "What the Hell is wrong with you?" Ethan roared.
     
    It was somewhat difficult to see and hear him as my ears were still ringing and my eyes were swollen nearly all the way shut. Somehow I'd found my way to his office… or maybe I’d been dragged here. It was all slightly jumbled at the moment and I really didn't give a shit.
     
    "Nothing is wrong with me," I growled.
     
    "Let me recap," he snapped. "You took on thirty Vampyres barehanded and let them have weapons. You decimated the training room with magic and you left twenty of those Vampyres without limbs. I would have to argue that there is something very wrong with you."
     
    "I needed to blow off some steam," I shot back unsteadily as I tried to stand and thought better of it. "And most of the bastards are old. The limbs will grow back immediately."
     
    "Irrelevant," Ethan hissed. "And just so you know, I'm not your biggest problem at the moment. Astrid is on her way up here."
     
    "Bring it," I said. Nothing could faze me now—not even the wrath of my cousin. Maybe she would kill me for real dead. It would be a blessing. There were so few who could do it, but she was one who possessed the power