The Reaper was going to make sure she understood that she would never be rid of me, not in this lifetime.
ChapterEighteen
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I just wantedto get back to Black Hollow and wash all the bad memories away.
I didn’t understand what Vik was doing to me. I didn’t understand why I craved him the way I did when he kissed me.
After going through everything we did, how could our bodies still want that? Shouldn’t we be scarred? Shouldn’t we not want it anymore?
As much as I tried to convince myself of that logic, my nipples were still hard behind the fabric of my shirt as I walked. Goosebumps still pebbled my skin when I thought about the way his mouth expertly moved against mine.
I wanted to cry. It didn’t make any sense.
I didn’t deserve any pleasure, not after getting us captured because of my stupid decisions.
Vik quickly caught up and walked beside me, grabbing my hand in his once more. Electricity flowed through my arm, one that was more shocking than when blood tried to return after our captors freed us from our restraints.
He restrained you too. Just like them.
But it was different, wasn’t it? My body didn't react the way I thought it would. It didn’t make me flash back for some reason. Was it because I knew he wouldn’t hurt me? He had done nothing but see to me, putting my needs above his own, rescuing me when I thought all hope was lost.
My face flamed and I darted my eyes everywhere but on him even though his presence was domineering, even though his presence did nothing but call to me.
“We should be only about five miles out from this point,” he stated, cutting through the silence.
I looked at him and didn’t know what to say.
He noticed the shift in my mood and gave my hand a firm squeeze as we increased our pace through the trees and onto what looked like man made dirt roads.
I was panting by this point, but I tried not to show it. Of course, Vik was too observant.
“We’re going to take another rest break in the next ten minutes. Let’s find a more covered location.”
“Okay.”
I followed behind him, thinking about all the food that was back home and Gavin’s food. My stomach growled and Vik chuckled.
“Come on, let’s get off the road and go to the right,” he said, flicking his head back toward the trees.
We crossed old train tracks and followed it through the parted woods. It was hard to imagine what life was like before vampires. Where did people take trains to, I wonder? Did it allow them to move between the territories?
Were there even territories back then or did we all just live in peace with one another?
“Do you ever think of what life was before all this?” I asked out loud.
Vik firmly held onto my hand as he helped me over the side of the tracks on a downward slope toward the trees.
“We’ll rest here, but not for long. We’re too close to home to stop now.”
“I understand,” I replied as I slowly slid down a tree and fanned myself. I was missing the cool air right about now. All this walking and over exertion of our muscles was making me sweat.
Who knew about a week or whatever of torture would dwindle your muscles this badly.
Vik handed me the jug we took from our torture room. He has melted some of the snow, filling it up before we left. There were bloodstains on the outside of it but I was too thirsty to care at the moment.
Opening the cap, I tilted my head back and took a few gulps, some of the water running down my chin. I wiped it off and handed Vik the jug. He took it and grabbed my hand pulling my wet fingers into his mouth, leaving mine agape at his bold actions.
