94. Awake

Madelaine’s body gives in and she passes out right in my arms. When I find the strength to let go of her shoulder, to pull back from her flesh I almost feel a little high and nauseated. She is limp like a lifeless doll and the only thing that tells me she is still alive, is the faint beating of her heart.

At least she was calm now. She was threatening to claw my eyes out or spill any more blood than what was already spilled.

I slowly let go of her arms and she fell forward into my body. I hold her against me for what feels like hours, against that wood door, my face buried into her hair so I can drink in more of her scent.

“My mate…” the words come out rasp and dry, my throat itchy and almost painful.

My mate. Mine and mine only!

“I will never let go of you again.” It was a promise I was not sure who I was addressing it to. Her, me, the world?

Part of me knew that I had no right to promise her anything anymore. She’d never believe a thing that left my mouth. She was not going to