"Emelie."
Xavier's fingers glided down my jaw and I tilted my head back, aware of dark eyes moving over my skin, shivering at the sensation of his thumb gliding downward, fingers gently wrapping around my throat. I was in his cabin, seated on his bed, and he moved behind me, guiding me backwards, onto his lap. My breathing was rough pants as his tongue glided down my throat, his hum deep, provocative.
"Emelie."
When his teeth slipped into my skin, I flinched, eyes opening to find myself staring up at our reflection shining down at us from the mirror above his bed. Blood. I could see it dripping into my pajamas, felt his grip on my throat tighten, arm winding tightly around my waist. The girl staring back at me had glassy eyes, a dazed expression, and I knew she was dying.
"Hey."
