Page 64 of Haunted Nightmares
More pieces and parts, skin and goo, it all comes rolling toward me, bringing with it my mate but when she flips to her back to make sure she can see what’s coming, I immediately wish I’d put the dead bodies almost anywhere else.
Zephyr’s eyes go wide as she starts sliding toward me at a relatively quick speed, reaching toward anything that may slow her down or stop her from getting lost in this mess of death I created. Which is when she grabs hold of one of the Descendants posted up close to her, using his leg to steady herself.
Up until it pops from the socket, anyway.
That fat fucker’s leg comes sailing at me, knocking me down as a small wave of bodies still crashes into me and threatens to drag me under.
“Wraith!”
“Nowyou wish to talk?” Bloody hell, I might suggest to Lorna to examine Zephyr for a mild form of insanity herself. “I don’t think?—”
“No,” she shouts as I come up for air. Zephyr is dangling from the tapestry that’s hanging on the wall adjacent to the panic room, hanging on for dear life because…
Dear gods.
Oh, dear fucking gods, I’m about to impale my mate.Notin the good way.
The Descendant she dislodged, the tidal wave of death, it all jarred my indoor fence and though Zephyr should be able to get out of this position easily, I see why she can’t. The Descendant that was on the other side of where she was climbing wasstill aliveand the bastard has hold of my gentle breeze’s hair, holding her hostage above a fence post that would leave her in the same position he’s in.
Struggling to get out of the shite I created, I finally get free, slipping on exposed innards every few inches but I’m on top of the heap now. I fight my way over the dead, my own body feeling the effects of missing my transfusions for too long, of the intense emotions and this physical exertion of the last few days. It all catches up to me in that instant, making the task at hand seem daunting beyond belief and impossible to complete, but the look on my mate’s face, the fact that she’s asking me for help, as comical as it may be, it’s enough to kick my arse in gear.
I use the last of my energy and lunge forward, tapping into my precision and speed, and I manage to both break the Descendants arm and sever his hold on her hair while also catching my mate as the curtain rod breaks. We fall onto what is now a level two feet of corpses spread all across the sitting room floor, my back connecting with a wet thud, Zephyr’s body landing on my chest hard enough to knock the air from my lungs. But I don’t let her go.
No, I hold her tighter to me, feel her body against mine in an almost familiar fashion and when my panic instantly subsides and almost allows me to say what’s truly on my mind, my gentle breeze bursts my goddamn dirty bubble.
“Good, that made a path to the panic room for me.”
Blinking like an eejit, I stare as Zephyr forcefully wiggles from my arms and begins crawling toward said room, my jaw slack as she almost appears to dig her way through the short stack to get to the door.
Fuck. That.
I don’t even think, I don’t have time to because my instincts take over and I’m suddenly yanking my mate toward the pile, slamming her down on a few bodies and the ripped tapestry then I’m pinning her arms above her head while I straddle her legs.
“If you are hungry, you shall feed.” I lean down, closing my eyes as I press my nose to her throat, breathing in deeply the scent of her blood as it sings to me. Snapping my teeth right next to her ear, I genuinely smile for the first time in months when her entire body shudders. “But from this moment forward, my blood, my body, mycum, you willonlyever feed fromme.”
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WRAITH
“I’m going to strangle you.”
My smile grows at Zephyr’s words, as I burrow further into her neck, gripping her wrists tighter when she attempts to wiggle free. “Now would be a good time to test things, I do agree.”
“You are infuriating,” she huffs and arches her back as I pin her more firmly in place, my mate now kicking her legs and lifting her hips in order to get away from me. “And even crazier than I realized if you really think I’m going to have sex with you after burning down our bedroom and swimming through corpses.”
She lies.
My sweet little mate has been living as someone else far too long and if she truly believes she can lie to me as herself when she barely could in her glamor,Zephyris the crazy one.
Our relationship, though I had my secrets, was relatively open. I know my mate told me everything she was willing to share, and I made no serious fuss over the things she waskeeping from me and in return, I allowed Zephyr to penetrate my walls and experience the truth of who I am. My mate saw who I am, deep down at my core, and she got to know that male better than anyone else could have given the chance to try.
And Zephyr is not stupid.
She could and most likely still can read me like a book. My gentle breeze knew I never told her everything when it came to Purist goings on, she understood why, and over time she still managed to weasel her way into that as well. We had secrets, I occasionally lied, but the truth our relationship, our mating was rooted in was pure and undeniable.
Not to mention, my mate is a terrible liar.
