Chapter 100
Chapter 100:
His voice was flat, completely devoid of the scorching heat that had just melted my bones. The words were exactly what I had begged him to do through the mind-link, yet hearing them spoken aloud felt like a bucket of ice water over my head.
“Right,” I murmured, swallowing the sudden, bitter lump in my throat. “Of course p>
The elevator doors slid open and we stepped inside. The harsh overhead light cast long, cold shadows across the small space. I leaned against the back wall, closing my eyes as another wave of nausea rolled through me.
When I opened them, my gaze fell to Kain’s side.
He was standing perfectly still, staring straight ahead at the closed doors. But his arm, hanging rigidly by his thigh, told a different story. His massive hand was curled into a fist so tight that his knuckles were stark white, the thick veins in his forearm bulging — a violent, barely contained tremor of a man fighting a losing battle against his own instincts.
Kain POV
The walk to the charcoal grey Aston Martin felt like a death march. Adelina was swaying on her feet, the toxic aftermath of the silver poisoning draining the last drops of color from her face.
I helped her into the passenger seat. As I leaned across her to fasten the seatbelt, her scent — wild roses laced with the bitter, metallic tang of sickness and pure vulnerability — flooded my senses. My Inner Wolf snarled, clawing violently at my ribs, demanding I pull her into my lap, bury my face in her neck, and drown her in my ancient cedar scent until she knew she was mine.
Instead, I pulled back and shut the door.
I got into the driver’s seat and gripped the leather steering wheel until my knuckles turned stark white. The silence in the cabin was suffocating, pressing down on my chest like a boulder. I wanted to ask her about the kiss. I wanted to tell her how the sparks had set my very soul on fire. But I couldn’t. If I touched her now, if I offered the comfort my beast was screaming to give, she would only see it as an extension of the performance upstairs. I would push her further away.
Suddenly, Adelina gasped, clapping a trembling hand over her mouth.
𝗧𝘩𝗼𝘂ѕ𝘢𝗻𝗱𝗌 of 𝗿𝖾𝖺𝘥еr𝘀 𝗼ո
I slammed on the brakes, swerving the Aston Martin onto the narrow shoulder of the highway.
Jase POV
I was trapped in a godforsaken traffic jam, the metallic, sour scent of my own frustration filling the cabin of my black SUV.
Then I saw it. A charcoal grey Aston Martin parked on the shoulder half a mile ahead. And outside it — Adelina.
She was hunched over the grass, vomiting violently. But it wasn’t her sickness that made the blood freeze in my veins. It was him. Kain Blackwell.