**Healing Slowly But Surely By R. Joseph**
An eye for an eye.
Leilani,
The urge to scream at him surged within me, a visceral need to claw at his skin until that arrogant smile was wiped away, replaced by the crimson evidence of my fury. Yet, I found myself immobilized. The ropes that bound me were not the only chains; I felt utterly powerless.
Too powerless.
With a grunt, I managed to force out, “You’ll pay for this.”
His laughter echoed in the small room, a mocking sound that grated against my already frayed nerves. “That has been your little mantra ever since you clawed your way back from the dead months ago. And guess what? I still haven’t paid for anything.” His voice dripped with arrogance, his eyes sparkling with a blend of amusement and malice. “If anything, I’ve been the one winning… and I’ll keep winning over you for as long as you draw breath.”
For as long as I drew breath…
Those words were not merely a threat; they were a claim, a dark promise hanging in the air between us.
I let out a heavy sigh, swallowing down my retort, and closed my eyes, allowing the pain to wash over me like a relentless tide. When I opened them again, it wasn’t just Caelum lurking by the door. Kael stood there too, his expression a tumult of conflicting emotions as he took in my trembling form. He turned to Caelum, his voice low but firm as he asked, “Don’t you think this is enough? She looks pale and blue… and I don’t think Chalice needs that much blood.”
The name Chalice echoed in my mind, a bitter reminder of the reason they were doing this to me. The reason they were draining me, indifferent to whether I lived or died.
Of course, who else would it be for?
Rage coursed through me, and I gritted my teeth, refusing to let the tears that burned at the corners of my eyes fall. I wouldn’t show weakness, not now, even as my body trembled with exhaustion and pain.
I forced out, “You’re doing this for Chalice?”
“Of course!” Caelum snapped, irritation lacing his tone. “Did you think I just woke up one day with a sudden craving for your blood?”
A shudder ran through me at his words.
Goddess, I should have been desensitized to this by now. I shouldn’t have let his words twist the knife deeper into my heart or make it feel like it was being wrung dry.
My gaze locked onto his, and I was struck by the maniacal grin plastered across his face. When he threw his head back and laughed, it felt like a punch to the gut, nearly sending me spiraling into despair. Or perhaps I had already lost my grip on sanity.
“You made Chalice lose our baby. She’s been hemorrhaging for hours because of some abnormal tissues in her body, a side effect of her miscarriage. And do you know who’s to blame for that? You!” he growled, his voice thick with venom. The accusation hung in the air, and I couldn’t help but let out a derisive chuckle.
My laughter grew, bubbling up uncontrollably, because honestly, I couldn’t fathom how they could be Alphas and still be so utterly foolish.
I snorted, “Right!”
“Yeah, right!” he shot back, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
“And in return, we’ve decided that you should give back all the blood she’s lost… that way, you can make up for what you did to her,” Kael interjected slowly, his voice almost trembling as if he were carefully choosing his words, tinged with what felt like despair.
But none of it mattered now. Nothing mattered. Not even the pitying look on Kael’s face.
Zevran was nowhere to be found—not that it really mattered.
I bit down on my tongue, hard enough to taste the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth. My head spun, and my eyelids grew heavy, threatening to close for good.



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