Chapter Thirteen
The body lies inert in the moonlight and I can picture the gore spilling to stain the ice in that usual relentless flow. I don’t know what I feel. My blood still prickles with the excitement of him but also with the violence of his slaying. I feel bereft yet somehow still triumphant for having had him in my mouth. I don’t know whether to feel anger at Aleks for robbing me of pleasure, or fondness for knowing he so wanted to protect me from the demon intent on bleeding me dry.
“What did you do that for?” is all I can say.
He looks at me bemused, then searches over my shoulder for Runa, although she has already disappeared back inside. He is clearly still wary of the demon, worried it will jump unseen into one of us. His sword arm remains outstretched to keep me safely ba
