Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Four

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Four

"I shouldn't have left you alone with her," Daemon said.

"I could handle myself."

"Yes, I saw," he said with a small smirk.

"Your eyes... they're darker," I noted. "You haven't fed yet, have you?"

"It's nothing to worry about," he said, rolling up my shirt to reveal the bruise from Tasha's kick. A low, inhuman hiss escaped his lips. "I shouldn't have let her die that easily," he said-and I knew he meant it.

"Daemon, it's fine. It's just a bruise-it'll heal in a few days," I said.

I was used to bruises, ones far worse than this. One of Julia's favorite

punishments had been whipping, so this was nothing.

"What are you thinking about?" Daemon asked as he applied a colorless ointment

to the bruise.

“Nothing,” I lied, but the way his brow cocked told me he knew better.

"I was thinking about Julia and how much she loved her whip."

He paused, and I wondered if I'd said something wrong.

"She will never get her hands on you again. I'll make sure of that," he promised- and I believed him.

I recalled what Ash had told me earlier.

knew what they planned to do to me, didn't you?" My eyes met his. "Do you think I'm useless to them now? I mean... I'm no

is a vital part of their 'sacrifice

"But earlier you said..."

what I said

very aware of his

you fed yet?" I

"I will."

"When?"

"Soon."

said, though it came out more like a

"No."

Tasha dead, the options are limited." I said, feeling the tiniest bit of guilt, that I spoke about her like she didn't just die some minutes ago. gods, what was I

his eyes turning completely black before fading back to their original color. I doubted he even noticed the shift, which meant he wasn't as 'okay' as he wanted me to believe. "That's why I have to be

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was done applying the ointment, I rose from the

Instead, I opened the drawer and took out the small knife I'd noticed there a few days ago. "Aliyah..." he called, his tone a

for me to react- and in an instant, the knife was gone

you doing?" he demanded, surprisé flashing across

line of red welled on my wrist, and a single drop of blood fell to the

it, his expression darkening

war.

my wrist to his lips. I let him have a taste. He couldn't hold back now.

too soon, barely taking

on my forehead and

this was the right time, but I needed to ask the question that had been on my mind

I need to ask

"Always curious. Well, I'm all

asked, and just like back in the hotel, his smile vanishes. The seconds pass by, and he doesn't give a response; I didn't think

also told

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