Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Stop talking.” My voice is hoarse, almost like I’ve been screaming. But I can’t focus on anything but his smooth skin. A full-on, in-real-life eight-pack with lean muscle stacked upon lean muscle, and finally, his ripped jeans, giving me the perfect view of the notorious werewolf thighs. Rumor has it women beg to be trapped between them for life because they’re—I shake my head and look down at my trembling hands.
It’s happening again, then.
I won’t survive this, and neither will he.
Now that I have enough blood in my system and have fed, I realize my current state of reality, and it’s not looking good for either of us.
I’ll need to consume. I won’t be able to stop. I’ll remember the next few days like a distant life I lived at one point. And then I’ll wake up in another random town and do it all over again.
Two days of ultimate power.
Two days with a werewolf prince.
And he says his bingo card is off.
My only goal is to survive. Now, I have to survive with him.
I sigh. “I didn’t bring you here. I merely brought you to her, like I do every time. Now, I’m trapped just as much as you are.”
Feminine laughter echoes in the dark room—the same as always with its high ceilings, castle-like vibes, a roaring fireplace in the corner, no windows, enough food, wine, and water piled onto the far wooden table to feed multiple people, and the bed.
There’s always the mattress.
I stare at the white velvet blanket just barely covering it and the blood staining parts of it. Everything’s the same, right down to the fact that it drips off into the very cup I always provide, sitting right next to the leg—the artery, if I’m being specific.
It’s a nightmare I’ll always relive, and now I’ve brought my savior into it.
“You did well this time.” She cackles in the dark. “I mean, you do well every time, Daughter of Discord.”
I hate being referred to as that. I don’t create chaos. I just want to live.
The first time this voice came into my life, I thought I was going crazy. And then she appeared in front of me and told me I was special, even used my name a few times, then finally just laughed and said I was Discord.
I have no idea what that means, but it makes my head spin. I know that once he’s completely dry of blood, every single damn memory will come back. I’ll most likely hate myself and will continue to hate her, and then I’ll be just like Cain, forced to walk the Earth as eternal punishment I never deserved. He did. I don’t.
“Well, that’s just perfect.” Tarek sighs behind me. “Daughter of Discord? Do you know any of your mythology? How old are you?”
The voice laughs. “Oh, my. I knew this would be entertaining. Have I not warned all of you immortals about the strings I like to pull? Big, strapping puppets I can manipulate with my will. By the way, thank you for taking care of Thomas, the vampire who attacked our little Lilith here. He was getting on my nerves and hunting down my favorite puppets of all, and I do hate getting bored.”
“So, I’m chained to a bed, and a psychopath refuses to show herself. Just talks like this booming voice. Oh, right. You’re probably ugly. That actually makes sense.”
I jerk my head toward him, then clap a hand over his mouth. I swear the guy needs to keep his thoughts inside his head. “She’ll kill us both. Not that you aren’t already dead, but I’d like to at least enjoy you before you die.”
Tarek’s brown eyes glow blue. “I wouldn’t be so sure about my death. All I see in my future is darkness. All”—he frowns—“all I see is…” His eyes flash brighter. “Discord. But when I look further...” He strains against his handcuffs, muscles flexing and jaw clenching as he looks into my eyes as if he can see the past, present, and the future. “You.” His voice lowers. “You will either be the savior or destroyer of all, and if you take too much of my blood, we both know what will happen.”
“What if it saves me?” I sound like I’m begging, but I know she’ll kill him anyway. She’ll make sure I stay under her spell and need to survive, since the beginning and history will repeat itself. It’s always the same.
I took enough of his blood to remember most of it. I was clearly in a frenzy to regain everything, only to destroy it all over again.
Suddenly, I can’t breathe.
“Ugly?” She laughs. “Ugly?” I hear her footsteps—one, two, three—her heels clicking against the concrete floor. She’s angry. She always gets angry if anyone insults her beauty.
Always.
She says it’s a punishment for beginning a war I don’t remember starting. Says I begged her to save me after the gods made bets on me. But I don’t recall what war—she won’t allow it—and I don’t know which gods.