walking further into the room. “Are you okay? Other than physically, I mean?” My body froze as he approached me, sliding his finger across the faintly visible scar across my jaw.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. Every emotion in my body was clawing frantically to gain control. I was full of savage hunger to kill Ana, anger at myself for blindly believing Nicolae’s lies, crushing depression from a life that I didn’t feel was my own and now I felt a growing desire to claim Arrick as mine, but my mind wouldn’t let go of my memories of Dmitry.
I stared into his eyes, our faces inches from each other. I could feel myself slowly spinning a ribbon of desire, weaving it around him. Our bodies drawing closer, our senses growing more tuned to each other. All I had to do was reach out and touch him. Just take him and make him mine. I could forget everything, and indulge in a moment of pure ecstasy.
My vampire instincts prickled with excitement. I could see in his eyes that he felt the same. Heat began to build between us and I sighed heavily with anticipation.
Arrick grabbed me fiercely, but it only made our fire stronger. His lips pressed to mine as his fingers tangled in my hair. He lifted me into his arms, while our tongues danced. His lips traveled ardently across my neck and I moaned with pleasure.
Suddenly I was jerked back. He had pulled me off him. I smiled, doe-eyed, my body and senses completely enthralled in the rapture of pleasure, but his expression immediately extinguished it.
“What’s wrong?” He released me, covering his face with his hand.
“This isn’t right, Claire.”
I didn’t understand. I felt his desire, I knew I did. “What’s not right?” I grabbed his arm, but he pulled away.
“This!” He threw his hands up, frustration dripping from his voice. “We can’t do this. I can’t do this.”
“Oh…”
I bit my lip, my fangs nearly piercing the skin. The rejection hit me hard, but just as tears threatened to fall, anger replaced it with intensity. “I get it. Perfect, Arrick. Always follows the rules, doesn’t want to get his hands dirty with a monster of a princess. I’ll save you the trouble and say it for the both of us. Forget this ever happened. Let’s just call it a lapse in judgment, shall we?”
Without waiting for an answer, I stormed away, heading to a door that I hoped led to a bathroom. I had hurt him and though I hated to admit it, I was a little glad I had.
It was a bathroom and I leaned against the door, sighing in relief. Just as amazing as the one I had in the palace. I nearly ripped my clothes off at the idea of taking a nice hot shower. It would be nice to finally be clean and soothe the last aches of my wounds away under the water.
I turned the lock firmly on the bathroom door, not because it would make me feel safer, but because I wanted to be sure Arrick heard it. I didn’t want there to be any doubt that, for the moment, I didn’t want him anywhere near me.
Chapter_4
Hot water hammered my naked body as I stood under it woodenly. My anger toward Arrick might have begun to wither, but a sense of ache remained in its wake. Was I really upset because he rejected me or because I felt guilty for kissing him in the first place? I hated to lie, but I never wanted Dmitry to find out. I remembered the look on his face when we found out I was getting a Blood Mate. Hearing I had kissed Arrick would only make matters worse.
My feelings were so conflicted. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe Arrick could sense a piece of me was still holding onto Dmitry. I felt like I belonged in some ridiculous day-time movie. A girl torn between two lovers. Okay, they weren’t exactly my lovers, but I did care deeply for both of them, just in different ways. How could I ever choose between the two? Especially when neither had done anything wrong.
By the time the water had run cold, I had resigned myself to fight the connection between Arrick. No matter how