Kael’s POV
I carried her sleeping form to my room and rested with her for hours. She was so passed out, she didn’t even flinch when I picked her up, carried her all the way to the third floor, and tucked her in again.
My head has finally cleared completely and my connection with her is so strong. It feels amazing.
I hate the way I marked her. But even in the midst of my crippling guilt— I don’t regret it. The alternative would have been accidentally killing her from my bloodlust, and when she said she was going to leave— I lost it. Any semblance of control left in me was gone, and the fear of losing her took over.
No one was expecting what in the depths of hell would happen after that.
I give her one more kiss on the cheek before I slink out of the bed and make my way to the office.
