Legends of Havenwood Falls 2 by Belinda Boring

Author:Belinda Boring [Boring, Belinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ang'dora Productions, LLC
Published: 2019-02-11T05:00:00+00:00

Waiting for her to speak was an exercise in agony.

I had divulged it all, leaving no detail untold as I gave a faithful account of that night in the alleyway, of Primrose’s death and the subsequent cursing by her kin.

I described the person I had transformed myself into—the reasoning behind embracing my new life as a blood drinker—how easy it had been to become cruel and hostile to those around me.

I spoke about that night, how in desperation and anguish I’d vowed my most solemn oath of vengeance. I shared each failed attempt in finding the gypsy clan. I spoke of the carnage I had wielded—the bodies and blood I had consumed in my pursuits.

I had resembled a feral animal in those days before Knox planted those few seeds of faith that he could find the answers I needed. Story after story, I confessed my thirst and hunger for blood and gore, of leaving trails of dead behind me, of being the very killer many in the country whispered about.

I didn’t stop—even when her gasps grew louder and louder—or the look of horror remained across her face. With each syllable, the possibility of ever kissing her again, of truly being a husband to her, faded away until it blinked out of existence.

This was what I wanted.

I wanted her to see me for the beast I was, and to give up her futile attempts to tame me.

I wanted her to run away from me screaming.

I wanted her to declare her own oath—that for as long as she drew breath, she would fight to stop me harming innocent people.

There was so much I needed from her—from her reaction—but it didn’t keep the whole ordeal from feeling like I was slowly being gutted, one agonizing cut at a time.

I needed her to loathe my very presence.

I needed her to curse my birth and wish for my speedy death.

Yet she did neither, and that was what devastated me.

She didn’t offer her condemnation nor her acceptance.

I wasn’t foolish enough to think she’d give me her forgiveness, but something—anything but her silence—would’ve been enough.

Finally, she let out a faint breath, and looked at me. “Why tell me all this?”

Her stare unmanned me. “Because it’s the only thing I can give you, Catriona. You showed me your heart in your dreams, and I felt you deserved the same in return. While I can never give anyone my love and affection, I can at least help you understand why.”

She slowly nodded as if she was struggling to digest it all. “Well, I appreciate that, Marcus.”

Her brow crinkled from the heavy thoughts mulling about inside her head. At least, I assumed they were heavy. I knew mine were.

“Do you have any questions for me?” I asked, hoping that might alleviate some of the tension. “I promised you I would answer them all as truthfully as I can.”

“You drink blood.” Fact.

I bobbed my head.

She nervously raised her hand to her throat. “Do you want to drink mine?”

I took a step back to grant her some space.

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