Elena’s POV
Clear as my fear, I still feel King Harvey as he finishes. He exhales heavily, dropping his face into my neck. Freezing entirely in his grasp, he brushes his nose with my bare shoulder, then presses his face there.
I shiver, and still feel the need to be with him and satisfy him. My fear kills that. Along with his long fangs that just barely kiss my bare shoulder. The slightest feeling of being bitten burns on my left shoulder but I stay quiet.
The soft sting of breaking skin and blood follows, but I ignore it. I don’t want to think about what has happened.
Slowly, he detaches himself from me and walks off to the bathroom.
Exhaustion blankets me. The stress of worrying about this for three days, my life, my sister’s life, my dad, and my wound.
We didn’t have s*x becaus
