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myself. Thick, black blood flowed free. Grabbing a glass vial I kept hidden behind a stone in my wall, I tipped my hand over and filled it to the brim.
None of my tutors would wake for hours after the dose I gave them.
Chapter 5
Zelena
I flew as fast as my feet would carry me to our place. I’d stayed away, mainly because I was scared of the things I felt when I was with Ragoth. He was unlike any male I’d ever known before.
With one swipe of his fist he could end me, and yet he’d never shown me anything but kindness. I came tonight to tell him one thing.
We could no longer continue on as we were. I was two weeks away from my nuptials to the king. And it was becoming a struggle to remember that.
But I had to be fast about this. I’d given Hagar all I’d had left of the wolfsbane, which wasn’t much. He slept, but only very fitfully. Should he awaken and find me gone, I did not wish to even entertain the idea of it.
“Boy,” I whispered to the breeze the moment I stepped into the thicket of trees.
And my heart sank to my knees when he stepped into my line of vision.
This was no boy standing before me. Days away from his pledging, he bore every hallmark of a man.
The beautiful burnished hue of his skin practically gleamed like molten bronze in the ghostly moonlit night.
Wonderland’s woods were a maze of the fantastical, the bizarre and strange, and yet, when he was with me, it was like he leeched all the magic from the place. He was a glittering jewel that somehow managed to stand out even amongst the sea of madness.
Tree vines twisted in the gentle breeze above his head as he stepped boldly out into the path.
Tonight, just as he had every night since I’d known him, he came to me dressed as the prince he was. His clothing tailor-fitted to his muscular frame, making me keenly aware of our uneven status in life.
But all that was forgotten when he rushed to me, took my fingers in his hands, and squeezed them.
“Do you love me?” he asked me boldly.
My jaw dropped.
“Boy, I—”
“Ragoth Nur.” His voice was a guttural growl. “My name is Ragoth Nur. And I will ask you once more, do you love me?”
He moved deeper into my body, his scent—somehow always making me think of the deepest darkness of the cosmos—enveloped me. Made it hard for me to breathe properly, let alone think rationally.
I meant to drop his hands, but instead I found myself curling my fingers tighter around his.
“Do you love me?” I asked.
I knew the answer before he ever even uttered a word. I saw it in the flicker of his eyes. But then, I’d always known the truth of how he’d felt for me. And how I felt for him. Though we’d never uttered the words, our actions had always spoken loudly.
“With everything that beats inside of me.” He traced my cheek with his knuckles, and I trembled.
I knew he waited for my words, but I didn’t know how to say them. Couldn’t seem to remember how to wrap my lips around them. So I showed him.
Wrapping an arm around his neck, I leaned up and kissed him.
At first it was the pinnacle of everything. The sun, moon, and stars clung to his mouth, and I wanted more and more.
He growled, his chest vibrating against mine, and I was in heaven.
Until I wasn’t.
Until the sharp prick of pain that was at first just a mere nuisance soon turned into a rush of agony that consumed me.
Screaming, I shoved him away, feeling as though my face had been ripped off me.
“Lena.” His big beautiful sea-glass eyes sparkled with worry. He reached out to me, but I couldn’t stop my screaming.
Dropping to my knees, I stared in horror at the river of blood trailing through my fingers to the earthen floor beneath.
He grabbed my face, and in my panic I slapped at his hands. Trying to get away from the fire of his touch.
“Stop fighting me,” he thundered, and then tipping my face forward, he settled his cheek against my own and cried his healing tears over me.
The rush of sweet coolness
None of my tutors would wake for hours after the dose I gave them.
Chapter 5
Zelena
I flew as fast as my feet would carry me to our place. I’d stayed away, mainly because I was scared of the things I felt when I was with Ragoth. He was unlike any male I’d ever known before.
With one swipe of his fist he could end me, and yet he’d never shown me anything but kindness. I came tonight to tell him one thing.
We could no longer continue on as we were. I was two weeks away from my nuptials to the king. And it was becoming a struggle to remember that.
But I had to be fast about this. I’d given Hagar all I’d had left of the wolfsbane, which wasn’t much. He slept, but only very fitfully. Should he awaken and find me gone, I did not wish to even entertain the idea of it.
“Boy,” I whispered to the breeze the moment I stepped into the thicket of trees.
And my heart sank to my knees when he stepped into my line of vision.
This was no boy standing before me. Days away from his pledging, he bore every hallmark of a man.
The beautiful burnished hue of his skin practically gleamed like molten bronze in the ghostly moonlit night.
Wonderland’s woods were a maze of the fantastical, the bizarre and strange, and yet, when he was with me, it was like he leeched all the magic from the place. He was a glittering jewel that somehow managed to stand out even amongst the sea of madness.
Tree vines twisted in the gentle breeze above his head as he stepped boldly out into the path.
Tonight, just as he had every night since I’d known him, he came to me dressed as the prince he was. His clothing tailor-fitted to his muscular frame, making me keenly aware of our uneven status in life.
But all that was forgotten when he rushed to me, took my fingers in his hands, and squeezed them.
“Do you love me?” he asked me boldly.
My jaw dropped.
“Boy, I—”
“Ragoth Nur.” His voice was a guttural growl. “My name is Ragoth Nur. And I will ask you once more, do you love me?”
He moved deeper into my body, his scent—somehow always making me think of the deepest darkness of the cosmos—enveloped me. Made it hard for me to breathe properly, let alone think rationally.
I meant to drop his hands, but instead I found myself curling my fingers tighter around his.
“Do you love me?” I asked.
I knew the answer before he ever even uttered a word. I saw it in the flicker of his eyes. But then, I’d always known the truth of how he’d felt for me. And how I felt for him. Though we’d never uttered the words, our actions had always spoken loudly.
“With everything that beats inside of me.” He traced my cheek with his knuckles, and I trembled.
I knew he waited for my words, but I didn’t know how to say them. Couldn’t seem to remember how to wrap my lips around them. So I showed him.
Wrapping an arm around his neck, I leaned up and kissed him.
At first it was the pinnacle of everything. The sun, moon, and stars clung to his mouth, and I wanted more and more.
He growled, his chest vibrating against mine, and I was in heaven.
Until I wasn’t.
Until the sharp prick of pain that was at first just a mere nuisance soon turned into a rush of agony that consumed me.
Screaming, I shoved him away, feeling as though my face had been ripped off me.
“Lena.” His big beautiful sea-glass eyes sparkled with worry. He reached out to me, but I couldn’t stop my screaming.
Dropping to my knees, I stared in horror at the river of blood trailing through my fingers to the earthen floor beneath.
He grabbed my face, and in my panic I slapped at his hands. Trying to get away from the fire of his touch.
“Stop fighting me,” he thundered, and then tipping my face forward, he settled his cheek against my own and cried his healing tears over me.
The rush of sweet coolness
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