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words."
Ashleigh tried to pull away from the Count, her scared eyes
begging as they connected with Caleb's. When she pulled again, the Count
squeezed her wrist tighter. This quickly got her attention. She spoke in a
pleading tone, "I can't feed you." She gazed into his face, his
intense emerald eyes burning into hers. She could see his anger. "I'm
starving. I—"
"She's not some donor. That's my girl." Caleb
didn't heed his father's warning. His hand motioned toward Ashleigh.
"Leave her alone." Lucas tried to grab for him, but Caleb artfully
dodged his father. Caleb grabbed Ashleigh's arm and yanked on it as he tried to
pull her away from Count. "I'll go and find you something to eat, your
grace. Don't hurt her."
"Hurt her?" The Count raised his hand, a powerful
breeze shooting from his palm and knocking Caleb to the ground. Caleb groaned,
the wounds on his back stinging. He struggled to get to his feet, but kept
falling to his knees.
"Caleb!" Ashleigh tried to escape, but the Count
took a firmer hold on her. Her voice was wet and shrill, "Caleb!"
The Count pulled her out of the room, Ashleigh frantically
struggling to get away. Her fight was making her weak, and her vision had
gotten so blurry she could hardly see. The Count could feel her weakness, but
he didn't acknowledge it.
He took her to a limo waiting for them outside. The Count
was rough with her and tossed her inside. Her body slid across the slick,
leather seats and slammed into the door. The Count entered after her.
"You," He yanked her to him. "Will be
punished for being unfaithful to me."
"Caleb's my fiancé. I wasn't—" Her words were
halted when the Count grabbed a generous chunk of her hair. A high-pitched yipe escaped her lips as she tried to remove his grip.
He leaned close to her ear as she whimpered. He whispered, his
words like liquid ice being poured inside and numbing her entire body.
"What vile words you spill. After tonight, his blood will never linger in
your taste. You will become mine…completely." He ripped the hat from her
head. "You unfaithful whore!"
Leaping forward, he slammed her body against the window. His
fangs embedded into the soft flesh of her neck. She belted out a mighty scream,
her hands frantically trying to pry him off. His bite was excruciating, and he
wasn't letting up. He bit at her repeatedly, and with each new plunge of his
fangs, she screamed louder. Soon, she passed out.
Chapter Five
The Count's voice was soft, "Feeling better?"
She struggled to open her eyes as his fingers stroked the
skin of her face. Her whole body was trembling, a great hunger filling her
chest.
His words were like butter, sweetness in them that was all a
mirage. "Apologize to me, and I shall forgive you."
Her mind was so muddled, she couldn't concentrate. "For
what?"
"Soon, it will be like it was." His fingers moved
in slow circles down her cheek and neck. "You will love me again. God
cannot hide you from me. No one can. We are together again, and our blood will
be thick and joined."
Her eyes fluttered open then gradually closed. She recited a
line from Nightwalkers, as if she
were speaking to Nicolas and not the Count. "’In dreams, your emerald eyes
haunt me. Like a plague that fills my heart with the false joy of sin and never
allows me to forget…’"
She released a slow exhale, her body feeling numb and
tingly. The world swayed around her like the slow, steady tides of the ocean.
"’The sharp bloody kiss of the devil. A kiss masked by the sweetest of
magic—one that surpasses all others and cuts deeper than the mere sin of
wrongful brushing of lips.’"
"You invent these…these… disgusting characters in your books," he hissed. She felt his
hand leave her skin. The bed moved slightly. "Mocking me and turning your
love into a monster. How could you do such a thing? Why did you feel the need
to invent some fictional prince to save you from me?"
His voice rose. " Disgust does not begin to describe
Ashleigh tried to pull away from the Count, her scared eyes
begging as they connected with Caleb's. When she pulled again, the Count
squeezed her wrist tighter. This quickly got her attention. She spoke in a
pleading tone, "I can't feed you." She gazed into his face, his
intense emerald eyes burning into hers. She could see his anger. "I'm
starving. I—"
"She's not some donor. That's my girl." Caleb
didn't heed his father's warning. His hand motioned toward Ashleigh.
"Leave her alone." Lucas tried to grab for him, but Caleb artfully
dodged his father. Caleb grabbed Ashleigh's arm and yanked on it as he tried to
pull her away from Count. "I'll go and find you something to eat, your
grace. Don't hurt her."
"Hurt her?" The Count raised his hand, a powerful
breeze shooting from his palm and knocking Caleb to the ground. Caleb groaned,
the wounds on his back stinging. He struggled to get to his feet, but kept
falling to his knees.
"Caleb!" Ashleigh tried to escape, but the Count
took a firmer hold on her. Her voice was wet and shrill, "Caleb!"
The Count pulled her out of the room, Ashleigh frantically
struggling to get away. Her fight was making her weak, and her vision had
gotten so blurry she could hardly see. The Count could feel her weakness, but
he didn't acknowledge it.
He took her to a limo waiting for them outside. The Count
was rough with her and tossed her inside. Her body slid across the slick,
leather seats and slammed into the door. The Count entered after her.
"You," He yanked her to him. "Will be
punished for being unfaithful to me."
"Caleb's my fiancé. I wasn't—" Her words were
halted when the Count grabbed a generous chunk of her hair. A high-pitched yipe escaped her lips as she tried to remove his grip.
He leaned close to her ear as she whimpered. He whispered, his
words like liquid ice being poured inside and numbing her entire body.
"What vile words you spill. After tonight, his blood will never linger in
your taste. You will become mine…completely." He ripped the hat from her
head. "You unfaithful whore!"
Leaping forward, he slammed her body against the window. His
fangs embedded into the soft flesh of her neck. She belted out a mighty scream,
her hands frantically trying to pry him off. His bite was excruciating, and he
wasn't letting up. He bit at her repeatedly, and with each new plunge of his
fangs, she screamed louder. Soon, she passed out.
Chapter Five
The Count's voice was soft, "Feeling better?"
She struggled to open her eyes as his fingers stroked the
skin of her face. Her whole body was trembling, a great hunger filling her
chest.
His words were like butter, sweetness in them that was all a
mirage. "Apologize to me, and I shall forgive you."
Her mind was so muddled, she couldn't concentrate. "For
what?"
"Soon, it will be like it was." His fingers moved
in slow circles down her cheek and neck. "You will love me again. God
cannot hide you from me. No one can. We are together again, and our blood will
be thick and joined."
Her eyes fluttered open then gradually closed. She recited a
line from Nightwalkers, as if she
were speaking to Nicolas and not the Count. "’In dreams, your emerald eyes
haunt me. Like a plague that fills my heart with the false joy of sin and never
allows me to forget…’"
She released a slow exhale, her body feeling numb and
tingly. The world swayed around her like the slow, steady tides of the ocean.
"’The sharp bloody kiss of the devil. A kiss masked by the sweetest of
magic—one that surpasses all others and cuts deeper than the mere sin of
wrongful brushing of lips.’"
"You invent these…these… disgusting characters in your books," he hissed. She felt his
hand leave her skin. The bed moved slightly. "Mocking me and turning your
love into a monster. How could you do such a thing? Why did you feel the need
to invent some fictional prince to save you from me?"
His voice rose. " Disgust does not begin to describe
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