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I’m alone now, totally by choice, and I can only hope Silas and Azrael listen to what I said before I took off.
I doubt it.
I’m actually almost positive that the two of them are chasing me.
Especially since I did finally take a bite out of Rae.
He didn’t say no but he didn’t say yes either when I asked the semi-hypothetical question about feeding from him and if it could help me find Zia.
Rae scowled at me, said that it might because they’re related, but it would definitely be beneficial to storm into Xadrian’s mansion full of demon juice.
Which I already knew, and it was all the answer I needed.
I briefly debated what would happen if I fed from him.
More or less thought about whether or not Davina would find me easier, or sooner, for taking from a live source regardless of what species, then I made up my mind.
About three seconds later, Rae was flat on his back with my knees in his gut and my fangs in his neck.
I didn’t take much, I didn’t have time to since Silas pulled me off of him in such a huff, but Azrael didn’t taste right. He didn’t taste like Zia, not completely, and that was enough to have me pounding the so-called pavement before I had my fill.
My thoughts have been only of Azizia.
Finding her, getting her to safety, killing anyone who so much as looked at her since she was taken from me. But having another demon’s blood in my mouth and sliding down my throat felt wrong.
It doesn’t matter that it could help me find her, or that it was going to give me just enough energy to see things through. Feeding from someone who isn’t her, from anyone who isn’t that unhinged little vixen, is wrong, which was all the confirmation I needed.
Zia is different, she’s mine, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think it was our destiny to be together.
If I believed in that sort of thing, anyway.
I did once.
I’d been at the castle since I was a child, probably farther back than my memories allow, and Davina is in every single one of them.
I think I was three when she took me from my parents. I don’t remember them or where I came from, I don’t know why she did it, and that’s probably why I don’t remember anything but her.
Davina became my family.
All of my needs were met, I had everything I could ever want, and I was protected from the dangers she told me about.
She spent every day with me.
Davina made it a point to become my entire world; she was my teacher, my mentor, my biggest and only form of support, and by the time I was sixteen years old, Davina was also my lover.
I couldn’t understand why someone as beautiful, as powerful as Davina, our fucking queen, would want anything to do with someone like me. I was nothing compared to her, deep down I knew that, but she never made me feel that way.
My special boy.
The constant praise, the pet names and affection, the way she spoiled me, it all had me believing her. I believed I was special and the first time Davina kissed me, I thought I was going to explode.
The way she looked at me, the way she touched me, it all changed from that moment forward, and if I’d have known just how much it would change almost two centuries of my life, I would have begged her to kill me then.
Instead, I wanted her to love me more.
I thought Davina was my destiny and that I was hers, but the only thing that bitch wanted me for was what makes me different from everyone else who’s ever shared her bed.
My intelligence and IQ held me above the rest, sure, but my body and the things I can do with it? The biggest physical differences between me at my healthiest and every other male vampire I’ve met? That’s what Davina wanted, and the fact that she found me when I was so young meant that she was going to get it without even trying.
