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I won’t allow that to happen.
Rune’s laugh scatters the images of thick chains and screams of pain from my mind. “Maybe we should start there. Let the witch see what you have in store for her if she doesn’t cooperate. She’ll be talking as soon as the door swings open and she gets a peek inside.”
I let myself out of Sebastian’s quarters before the anger bubbling up inside of me can escape. How dare they speak about my witch that way?
When did I start thinking of Josephine as mine?
I pause in the hall as I consider that.
More than anything, I want to go to her, to feel her skin against mine, to taste her blood and know what secrets she holds. I want to put my theory to the test.
But I’m afraid. Afraid of what I might do to her—of what she might do to me if I give in to this desire. If this is how much Josephine has affected me already, I’m scared to think what else she can make me do if our destinies are, in fact, intertwined.
Dammit, I better know what I’m doing.
* * *
Josephine is testing the strength of her captivity when I make it back to the basement to check on her. The sound of her shaking the metal bars echoes all the way to the stairwell.
Not wanting to startle her, I ensure I make a good amount of noise coming down the hallway and round the corner with slow, human-like movements.
I would be lying if I said it was entirely for her benefit. I need a moment to compose myself before coming face-to-face with the Sun Witch alone for the first time.
Her light, flowery scent, the potency of her magic, the tantalizing blood in her veins—everything about this woman is so thoroughly intoxicating.
How can Rune and Sebastian not be completely taken by such a captivating creature as Josephine Dumont?
I barely refrained from taking a sample when I held her in my arms earlier. It would have been easy, just a simple prick of skin and a quick taste to appease the growing hunger gnawing at me from within. She would have been oblivious, healed with a few drops of my blood and none the wiser, but I want to do this right. Try to, anyway.
I’ve seen vampires bond before. Most times, it’s a violent and unwelcome melding of two very different species. I don’t want that. I want what I’ve seen in a rare few unity bonds.
Affection. Acceptance. Maybe even love.
I’ve got one shot at this and can’t afford to lose control.
I need Josephine to like me. Or, at the very least, not be terrified of me.
So far, that isn’t going well.
When I round the corner, she meets my gaze and backs away from the bars. She’s putting distance between us—as much distance as she can—until her back hits the stone wall.
Her hurried retreat does nothing to help the overwhelming urge to sink my teeth into the pulse point at the smooth column of her neck. She is not my prey.
The rapid pulsing of her heart makes the veins in her neck thrum with blood. It would never be visible to a human, but with my heightened vision, it taunts me. I want to drink that powerful blood of hers, taking her essence into me until I—
Enough.
My fangs stab at my bottom lip as they lengthen against my will. I stop breathing and focus on meeting her gaze, hoping to quell my desire.
Josephine blinks at me from the dark corner of her cell like she’s aware of the battle being waged inside me right now.
“Hi.”
Hi? Seriously? This woman could be my Unity Witch and all I can muster up the brain power to say is hi?! If it wasn’t so pathetic, it would be hilarious.
“I thought ye might be hungry.” I lift the silver dome from the tray in my hands to reveal a turkey sandwich, a bowl of gumbo, and a fresh green salad.
“I’m not.”
