From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

“What is she doing here?” He nodded at Evanora.

“She…”

“Elara is not recovered or out of danger,” Evanora interrupted. “She needs to stay longer with us. Since you refuse to grant her that, I’ll go with you.”

“Why do you care what happens to her?”

“Her recovery is important to our reputation. We don’t want our clients ending up dead and unable to spread the word about our skills.”

“You’re a banshee, not a witch.”

“I know enough to handle the rest of her care myself. Naja trusts me.”

Cassian continued his fine, persistent scrutiny. His eyes narrowed, giving him a feline look, while Evanora didn’t let his stare diminish her. She lifted her chin proudly until Cassian clicked his tongue and lost interest.

“Fine,” he said, “Elara, come. You’re riding with me. Drystan, take the screamer.”

I’d rather die than ride with the mosquito,” muttered the banshee.

“Did you say something?”

Cassian and she locked eyes again before she bothered to plaster a fake smile on her lips.

“Nothing. I was just saying there are a lot of mosquitoes around here.”

She pretended to swat one away and walked past Drystan toward the horse, amusement dancing in his eyes. Something told me he loved being challenged.

I snapped out of my trance when Cassian’s gloved hand extended toward me and, to my surprise, I took it and let him help me onto the horse. I felt him everywhere when he settled behind me, every inch of his body pressing against mine.

He nudged the horse gently, and we reentered the Twisted Forest. I couldn’t help flinching every time I heard even the slightest sound. Each time, I could feel Cassian rolling his eyes. The night was pitch black, and that alone made my skin crawl.

*Seems like Orpheus needs a drink,” Cassian commented after enough hours passed for him to stop feeling my backside.

Orpheus? So at least he’d bothered to name the animal.

“I hear water nearby. Wait here.”

Drystan nodded, and Cassian–without asking if I wanted to accompany him–veered off the path and led us among twisted trees with bare branches. We went so far that, looking back, I could only see naked trees, as if they meant to devour us. A shiver ran down my spine.

We reached a small pool where the moon cast its reflection. Cassian dismounted, then grabbed me by the waist and helped me down. My legs trembled for a moment, sore from hours of riding and lack of habit. The horse approached the pool and began to drink while I felt Cassian’s eyes.

on me.

“Elara.” My name sounded like a caress from his mouth. “You stink.”

I flinched at his tactlessness. My cheeks burned.

“Oh God, Cassian,” I snapped. “You’re so rude, insensitive, animalistic!”

He grabbed the wrist of the hand I was using to cover my face, overwhelmed with shame.

“You reek of another vampire. His nostrils flared. “You smell like Eleazar.”

“I was there,” Treplied instantly.

“What did he want from you? Why was he there?”

“I don’t know.”

The pressure of his fingers on my skin grew stronger. The moonlight made his black hair glint blue, matching his eyes, which stared at me with glacial cold.

“You’re lying,” he nearly spat. “Open your mind to me, Elara. Do it now.”

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8:41 PM

Chapter 52

I frowned, confused. How could I open my mind? Had I ever closed it? I thought he could wander through my thoughts freely at all times.

“I don’t know how,” I replied.

“There’s something different about you.” His eyes scanned every inch of my face. “You’re not the same Elara who entered the camp. You smell stronger, your blood is singing to me, Elara. I’m going insane. Your scent has lingered in the air for days, tempting me to break the truce with the banshees.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Lilith, I can’t resist,” he murmured to himself. “I’ve tried.”

“What are you talking about, Cassian?”

His eyes turned feral as he grabbed my other wrist, pinning both above my head and cornering me against one of the bare trees. I felt the bark scrape my skin, but that sensation was completely overshadowed by the nerves triggered when I felt his nose grazing my neck. My body reacted to his touch in a thousand ways I couldn’t describe; repulsion wasn’t one of them.

“Cassian, get away from me.”

I tried to push him off, in vain. His chest was solid and unmoving, like a boulder. I felt the hardness of his muscle beneath his thin shirt. In contrast, he pressed himself tighter against me, touching me in so many places that my blood boiled and rushed to my cheeks.

“Just a sip, Elara. I’m thirsty.”

“Not my problem.” Again I tried to push him away. “You’re the one who refused to feed like Drystan did. Don’t expect to use me now–not in the state you’re in.”

“And how am I?” he whispered into my ear.

“Famished. You’re acting like an animal,” I said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

Something hard pressed against my belly. Cassian’s hand stayed firm on my wrists as he buried the other in my hair and pulled just enough to make me look at him.

“My reputation precedes me–they say I’m the most insatiable of all. So why do you keep resisting, Elara? Yield, His tongue licked the curve of my neck like he was preparing me for what was coming. “I promise you’ll enjoy it as much as I will.”

The way his lips brushed my skin made it all stand on edge. Completely disconnected from my will, I moved against him, seeking his closeness. I closed my eyes, surrendering to his touch, to the way his scent wrapped around me, numbing my senses like a drug. I unclenched my fists slowly and let my body soften against his.

“Please… don’t do it,” I whispered with the last remnants of my reason.

“You’re asking me to go against my nature.”

I took advantage of a brief moment of weakness on his part to free one of my hands. I immediately brought it to the base of my neck to cover myself, as if that would stop him.

A smug smile crept across his lips, slow and chilling.

“I could sink my teeth into other parts of you, Elara. Your neck’s not the only place I’d enjoy biting.”

I swear I felt my breath catch abruptly at his words. His eyes–those two oceans trapped in his irises–caught mine and drowned me. They stole every possibility of breath. My heart betrayed me as Cassian’s hand traveled under my dress, which I now regretted was so simple.

His gaze never left mine, expecting resistance that never came. Why aren’t you moving, Elara? Don’t let yourself fall for his deceptive beauty.

“Cassian…”

“Yes?”

The cool ups of his fingers traced a path on my skin that burned like fire. My back arched against the tree as my leg became completely exposed to him. With pure seductive elegance, Cassian knelt on one knee and placed my leg over his shoulder,

“Please…”

He grazed my thigh with the sharp tip of one fang, never looking away. My chest rose and fell faster and faster.

“Please what?” His breath tickled my skin. “I’m not a merciful being, Elara, but I’ll listen. Please what?”

The night’s silence settled between us, leaving only the erratic sound of my breathing and the soft noises of the horse beside the pool.

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