Death Comes for Her by Raven Flanagan

Author:Raven Flanagan [Flanagan, Raven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

‘Vulgar’ Simon had called me in the library. That word barely encapsulated the weight of everything he’d uttered against my skin on the roof. Despite my rage at him getting the upper hand during that encounter, I’d returned to the roof every morning in the days following. He didn’t accost me again, giving me time to revel in the height and feeling of cold air flowing over my skin to start my day.

I ended my days in the library, careful to avoid the hall housing Dante’s office. The potential to see Mother’s wings again both filled me with longing and dread. I desired to sneak into the undead bastard’s office and steal back my father’s dagger, but I lacked the constitution to see them again quite yet. Her wings were a reminder of everyone and everything I’d ever lost.

Plus, running into Dante in that imagined scenario never worked out in my favor. My previous encounters with the Ambrose lords left me unsettled and wholly adrift in the sea of my reality. The two vampires weren’t anything like what I’d feared. There were startlingly human aspects to them that struck me cold.

But they were monsters, not men. The Ambrose clan had wiped out my family, my kingdom, my entire people. Gods, they’d stolen the very sun from the sky.

That didn’t stop the unwanted swooping behind my navel when I thought of them, and thoughts of them frequently plagued me—like an illness of the mind.

With deceptive hands, I longed to reach for them, because there was something haunting yet enticing about touching something monstrous and doing so gently. It defied my instinctive fear and revulsion for their kind, knowing that some part of me clawed against my ribs to escape with the intent to risk sharp teeth in the hopes of something brutal and delicate.

I was the gods’ favorite cosmic joke. Their suffering lost lamb to be devoured by their cruelest creations. Surely, they lavished and laughed at my suffering and the battle of my revolting wants.

Fuck—what did I want?

My mind raced.

I wanted Simon to split me open, to dig his fingers into my hips and lave his tongue through me—through the gaping chasm of my empty chest cavity. I wanted him to crack my ribs apart and lick my fucking heart.

I wanted Dante to tear out my throat, to break my bones and suck out their golden marrow. I needed to be devoured by him as badly as I needed those burly arms to hold the broken pieces of me together, even as he shattered my soul.

And I was beginning to think they wanted the same of me. It was there, haunting every shared glance, every chance look where our eyes locked. An unspoken dance the three of us had toed around for several weeks. Those desires existed, singing softly in every bite, every touch, every movement—and every vicious smile.

Gods-dammit.

Crim stayed hidden under my bed well past the lunch hour. Excited chatter of the vampire staff all through the first floor of the manor kept me contained to my floor for the remainder of the day.

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