Debase by Van Dyken Rachel

Author:Van Dyken, Rachel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rachel Van Dyken
Published: 2019-04-29T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY

Alice

My tears stained the pillowcase. I felt irrationally angry over him sending me away. All I’d ever wanted was my freedom.

And he was giving it to me.

I should be thankful.

Giddy even.

He was going to give me a fresh start.

I’d been in his presence mere days, and the thought of not having him looming after me, arguing with me, kissing me, made me physically sick.

That’s how demented this whole thing was!

Falling for Andrei was like mental warfare.

I knew it was wrong.

And yet touching him always felt so right, I’d never felt more safe in my entire life.

I thought back over the night.

Over what Phoenix had said.

Andrei would give me everything.

But what if it wasn’t enough?

What if by taking the last part of him… I created an even bigger monster?

Was I really debating this?

I threw off my covers and walked across the room, opened my door and stared across the hall at his.

Everything about Andrei was too big, too unreal.

Too much.

I raised my hand to knock, changed my mind, and just opened the door.

His bedroom was beautiful, just like him and eerily different late at night. Dark navy was offset by shades of white and pale blue, with understated accents in creamy tones. Subtle, classy. A few art pieces hung on the wall, all abstracts with hues echoing the room itself. A chaise of slate gray leather sat in a nook that looked… cozy, inviting. The mahogany bed with a plush mattress was topped by a snow white duvet. In stark contrast, a black fur blanket lay folded across the foot. Everything was high-end but… comfortable, lived in. Not a red, black, or gold in sight. This room was a sanctuary except for the large flat screen TV in the corner.

A roaring fire blazed in the fireplace.

And the man who I hated.

The man who I couldn’t stop thinking about.

Was on his knees in front of the fireplace.

He was wearing a pair of black pajama pants, silk.

And he was staring at the fire like he knew what it felt like to let the heat singe him.

The flames licked higher and higher.

His gloves were off.

He didn’t acknowledge that I was in the room, but I knew he heard me, sensed me, could have killed me in less than three seconds if he wanted.

I was out of my element.

Funny how the hero in my story should have been my own family, my brother, my father.

But because of that mistrust, because of the twisted way they showed love, I’d fallen for the dragon that protected the castle.

I’d fallen for the beast.

I’d fallen for darkness.

Preferred it to light.

I’d fallen for the devil himself.

“Don’t test my self-control, not tonight.” His voice was raspy, deep. If I closed my eyes I could hear the slight Russian accent, just like I could feel the warmth from his body even though he wasn’t touching me.

When I finally made it to him, my knees buckled.

He was kneeling in a pool of blood.

“Andrei…” I dropped in front of him, searching for the wound, only to see that his left hand, the one with the star tattoo, was completely mutilated.

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