CH15
Snow’s POV
Fire.
It raged inside me, burning through my veins like molten lava, scorching every nerves in its path. I had no mouth to scream through, no voice to beg for it to stop, but inside my head, I shrieked. Louder than I ever had.
My body jerked and convulsed, arms flailing wildly, legs trashing against something soft–sheets, maybe? and my back arching as if something inside me was trying to tear me and leap out. The pain was excruciating, an inferno licking every inch of my skin. It felt like my insides were melting, reshaping into something wrong but no matter how much I writhed and begged in my mind for it to stop. It didn’t.
I fought against it as hard as I could. I screamed, soundlessly, but all of a sudden, my lungs seized and my muscles locked.
Then all at once, I couldn’t move again.
The fire burning me alive also vanished and the pain disappeared so suddenly it left a void in its wake, like a terrifying absence of feeling that made my soul ache. My back had been arched midair and just as suddenly, my body collasped back into the bed, limp and shaking. I couldn’t see a damn thing. It was as if my vision was flickering between darkness and light and the only sound was the furious pounding of my heart. Where was I?
I blinked my eyes open again and this time, my vision cleared, the world snapping into focus all at once. Dark wooden walls. A slightly swaying ceiling. The quiet creak of timbre and the godawful smell of salt and iron in the air.
I was on a boat.
Just like that, memories slammed into me like a fist to the ribs. Roman. His golden eyes and monstrous strength pinned me down as he sank large fangs into my throat, draining me dry.
Ragged, shuddering gasps wrenched from my lips as I lunged off the bed, nearly collapsing on the floor. My hands flew to my neck, searching and clawing at the spot where I knew he had bitten me. But there was nothing. No wound, no scarring, not even a small lingering soreness. It was as if it had never happened but I knew it did. Roman did something to me.
I had to get out. Now.
My body lurched forward before I could think and I stumbled as my legs felt like jelly. Oh gods, I was breathing too fast, too shallow, and yet it felt like I wasn’t taking enough air. My lungs couldn’t catch the air I needed, and it was as if my chest was clamping shut, squeezing my ribs in a fist. The room soon tilted and my heart pounded so fast it felt like it was going to explode. My knees buckled and I crashed to the floor, gripping the sides of my head, my nails raking over my scalp as I rocked back and forth. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. But I couldn’t. It wasn’t working. It felt like I was drowning in my own silence.
Then, amidst the madness roaring inside of me, something else crept it.
HUNGER.
My head spun as the monstrous hollow ache clawed inside me, deeper than anything I’d ever felt. My stomach twisted violently and a hollow ache turned gut–wrenching spreading through my ribs. It was something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. I need to eat. But not food. Goddess….
My nose twitched suddenly. There was something else in this room. Warm. pulsing, food.
I inhaled sharply and snapped my gaze to the corner of the room. It was Roman. He sat in the corner of the room, watching me, his golden eyes glowing in the dim light.
The instant my eyes locked onto him, a tidal wave of rage exploded through me, tangling with hunger until I couldn’t tell where my fury ended and where my starvation began. They were the same thing. The memory of his fangs at my throat, the unbearable hunger, and my fear, they all ignited like a match to gasoline.
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A snarl vibrated in my chest but died in my lungs. My body moved before I even understood what was happening.
One second, I was on the floor and the next, I was on him.
My fingers twisted into Roman’s shirt, yanking him forward as my mouth latched onto his throat. I felt slight pain distantly as my canines–fangs–began elongating and with a hiss, I pierced his skin and sunk my teeth deep into his neck.
Blood.
Thick, hot and exquisite. It burst into my mouth, coating my tongue in something so intoxicating I moaned in my head. My fingers clenched and I pressed my body hard against Roman as I drank.
Until fire and agony started from where my fangs were deep in his neck.
My throat seized and it felt like my stomach was tearing itself. A silent scream echoed in my brain as I jerked away, clutching my throat. It burned. Oh, it burned. There was a searing unbearably poison clawing my insides. I stumbled backward, my knees hitting the floor.
And then I was vomiting blood.
So much blood.
It poured from my lips, splattering the wooden floor in thick, dark pools. It wouldn’t stop. It kept coming, wave after wave, my body rejecting what I had just taken in.
When it seemed my body had nothing else to give, I collapsed onto my side.
My body trembled, curling into itself as a dry, choking sob rattled in my chest. I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand anything. What was happening to me? I was so hungry. So hungry but the thought of eating anything other than blood made me want to
violently retch again.
I pressed my forehead against the floor, my fingers digging into the wood as silent cries wracked my body. Everything hurt so bad. One moment, I felt like I was weak and the next, I felt so strong.
Suddenly I felt warmth behind me. Fingers tangled in my hair and I stiffened, realizing it was Roman and he was next to me on the floor, holding me. As I made to move away, Roman’s arms curled around me, pulling me onto his lap. I tried to push him away, weakly shoving at his chest, but his fingers ran through my hair soothingly. “Shh, shh. I’ve got you.” he kept repeating over and over again like a mantra. Tears filled my ears and I felt myself melting against him, the soft caress somehow grounding
Then suddenly, Roman dangled a blood bag in front of me.
Food… Food. Food, my brain chanted and I lunged, ripping it from his grasp with no shame. My fangs tore the plastic and the moment the blood hit my tongue, I shuddered. Perfect.
Blood slid down my throat and I moaned, swallowing every drop, drinking greedily. I reached for the next one he held in his hand. And another.
Only after the fourth did reality and my senses returned.
Horror settled deep in my bones as I shoved away from ROman, scrambling back on the floor, my body coiled and trembling. But he only watched me with unreadable golden eyes, pinning me in place. With shaking hands, I signed. What did you do to me?
Roman moved toward me but I flinched so he let out a deep breath and ran a hand down his face. “You’ve been unconscious for two days. A vampire attacked you in my cabin.
my head shook violently. Not a vampire… I pointed at him, trembling like a leat in the wind. IT WAS YOU.
Frustration flicked across his face and he clenched his jaw. “It wasn’t me. The vampire shapeshifted into me to deceive you. I swear by my throne.”
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I knew what I saw but the sincerity in his voice, in his eyes, made my voice falter. My throat tightened and my chest began to ache. If Roman truly didn’t hurt me, then why did a random vampire?
My eyes began to burn with emotions and it felt like the moisture in my eye was getting thick.
Thicker.
So I blinked to let the tears out. But the liquid that slid down my face was viscous. My fingers lifted and I wiped the tear. But when I pulled back, it was…blood.
I was crying blood.
A choked, silent gasp locked in my chest as I stared at my fingers, and shivers began raking down my spine.
As if he could hear my unasked questions, Roman let out a resigned sigh. “Yes. the vampire drained you. And then I had to turn you” his voice paused and then he whispered. “You are now part vampire.”
Something inside me tightened and a lump swelled in my throat. The process of transforming into a vampire included death. If I
had died. No…no…no…
My hand flew to my stomach and it felt like a dagger had pierced through my heart. My baby.
A violent wave of nausea crashed over me. Oh gods, oh gods, was my baby still alive?!
Roman’s gaze suddenly sharpened, catching the way I clutched my belly. His brows furrowed, “Are you okay, Kitten?”
I looked up at him through a red blurry vision. He looked genuinely concerned. That could only mean he didn’t know about my pregnancy and now there was a chance I lost the baby before I even got to tell the King.
My entire body spiraled into panic. I couldn’t think. Hot, thick blood tears spilled from my eyes as the walls of the cabin closed
in on me.
I needed air.
SO Iran.
Up the stairs, through the door, bursting onto the deck. At times, it felt like I was floating and my feet not touching the floor, but I really didn’t care. My vision swam and I was heaving. When I finally got to see the sky, I sucked in a long breath, but it was humid and thick. I needed fresh air, so I started running to the upper deck, stumbling towards the railing. Just one second to
breathe, I thought, flaring my nose.
But right then, my foot caught.
Snap. long rope fastened around my ankle and after a few jerks, there was a sudden lurch. Before I could grab anything, I was lifted off the boat and fell overboard.
The last thing I saw was the dark ocean water rushing up to swallow me whole,
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