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The confusion set in.
The shock.
Quinnlyn could still feel the sting of his bite as William now lapped at her neck, her shoulder.
She felt him come deep inside her as he drove into her one last time.
Felt the shudder of his body against her own as he cradled her head.
She could feel all of these things; yet her mind unattached itself in a way that couldn’t recognize them.
Couldn’t recognize what was going on around her and why.
Couldn’t recognize the truths behind them.
Couldn’t recognize him.
Even as her mind raced to keep up, to rationalize it away, she could feel him suckle against her flesh with a gripping possession unlike any she’d ever known.
Yet her body remained calm and without fear.
What was happening?
She tried to get a grip on everything.
Tried to figure it all out.
But failed.
A warm flush crept along her skin.
She grew hot like embarrassment.
Then he pulled back.
And she saw his face.
The near-black eyes.
The piercing fangs.
The blood-smeared mouth.
Her voice couldn’t be found.
His was barely more than a whisper.
“I’m sorry.”
The simple words seemed disjointed to her ears. Undecipherable at first. But strangely vulnerable and somehow sincere in their tone.
Still she understood them nevertheless.
And even in her cloudy, disconnected brain, she knew his intentions to be true.
She could see the unfathomable pain behind his eyes now.
Could recognize its wounded depths with only that of her heart.
And suddenly, the rest of her became clear.
The recognition from within her heart allowed her William to be seen again.
Allowed all the goodness and integrity to take shape once more as she studied his features. As she held on to what she inherently knew of him as truth and certainty.
She could not be afraid of him.
Not her William.
Though an edginess set in that she couldn’t control.
“Are you…what I think you are?” Quinnlyn breathed out slowly, so close to him—the fact that their bodies remained incredibly intimate and intertwined was not lost upon her.
“Yes.”
He said the word as a confession.
And looked away from her.
She could hardly make out the varying browns of disgust and guilt that colored his aura through such a dimly lit room, but she could feel the intensity of them all the same.
“A vampire?”
She was hesitant with her question as she removed herself from his lap.
He glanced at her separated form, looked briefly into her eyes.
“Yes,” he repeated in the same manner.
“What am I supposed to do with that?”
It was obvious that her profound confusion over this new revelation rang through in her quiet voice, so all she could do as William stood up and gathered his clothing, as he started to put them back on, was watch from the mattress and hope he was gathering his thoughts as well.
She gave him time.
But he said nothing.
So she asked him again, louder this time.
“William, what am I supposed to do with that?”
“Not a goddamn thing!” he turned around sharply, still wild around the edges. “It is what it is.”
The last was said on a sound of finality.
Which pushed her apprehension and insecurity levels through the roof.
“What does that mean?” Quinnlyn bit out as she rose from the mattress to a much less vulnerable position of standing.
Again, he chose to ignore her as he finished dressing.
And it infuriated her to no end.
“Tell me what that means!”
“What do you think it means?” he shot back.
She knew she was growing half-hysterical at the thought of what he wasn’t telling her, of what he didn’t want to say.
Her fear of the unknown compounded exponentially with her fear of losing him. With her fear of knowing exactly what she felt for him—this impossible, all-consuming, unrelenting love she had for him—that he wasn’t willing to feel for her in return.
She lost her bearings, her compass.
The situation was tumbling out of control.
“Wh-what do you need me to say right now?” she pleaded, on the verge of tears.
He raised his shadowy eyes and looked at her, seeming to pierce right through to her soul.
And said with a somber voice, “Just tell me the words.”
“What words?” she begged.
“You know what words.”
“You scare me, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”
She could tell by the disparaging look on his face that it wasn’t.
“That was all you needed to say.”
And with those calm words, those woeful eyes, came his vanishing figure as he left before the next beat of her breaking heart.
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If you love what you’ve been reading so far, and would like to catch the rest of William and Quinnlyn’s gripping love story, I am pleased to announce that my debut novel, The Legacy of Blood, is now published and available in e-book format!
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