Proof that Tony Stark has a Heart

Chapter

*Harry's POV*

*Several minutes later*

It was silent, the world before me. I felt cold, numb, and lost. Hurt. I had been injured, terribly wounded. I couldn't handle the pain, but my subconscious refused to believe the serenity of it all. I'm hurt; I know it. I could feel myself on the brink of death, lost and alone. Yet, even as I'm unconscious, I felt strong. As all the power in the world belonged to me, I couldn't move a muscle. A force caged the remains of my soul into the body as it began to work its devilish charm. Dark, evil magic coursed through my veins, repairing the damage inflicted by its cold touch. It held no warmth nor life, yet it was, ironically, reviving me.

Slowly, as my body began to mend itself, my senses returned—first, the pain. The sharp, agonizing stinging in my chest still hurt but thankfully lessened with every moment my body began to regenerate. Then, my sense of touch. The soft, plush carpets embraced my damaged and lifeless self. My hearing returned, allowing me to acknowledge my frail, slow-beating heart, which strengthened with every second that passed. My sense of smell . . . my sight . . .
My eyes opened.

The first thing I knew was an irritating sensation on my chest. My fingers hastily pulled something out—a splintered wood piece... a makeshift stake.

Tony.

He had just staked me. Who taught him how to stake strigoi?

I got up and saw that he had gotten me squarely on my heart. If it were a real silver stake, I would now be dead. This told me he wanted me dead. Inexplicably, my bites have ceased to work on his body—

But of course. These past few days, he had been evading my bites. He seduced me with his kisses and touches but never allowed me to take blood from him. Tony had been waiting for this window of opportunity—one moment of my weakness. And he got it.

A quick smell told me he wasn't here anymore in this room, but there was someone else... I darted to the bathroom and saw Anya sprawled on the bathtub. I felt a flare of irritation—how could I have missed this? But Tony had intentionally distracted me, as he knew he could. His last kiss was a goodbye.

No. I will never let that happen, not on his terms.

I left Anya inside the bathroom—I will deal with her incompetence later—and proceeded to go after Tony. He was able to tackle Inna, but I know his body is still weak. Perhaps pure adrenaline was the only thing working inside him right now. When I find him...

I yanked open the steel door and came face-to-face with Lucian beating at the locked steel door. He stared at me almost stupidly. I was in no mood to talk. I have to hunt him down—fast.

"You let your bloodwhore escape." He snarled. "Markus will never forgive this of you."

I moved one step closer to him. My hands were itching to annihilate something to release my pent-up frustration of the carelessness I had made. I should never have underestimated him.

"Get out of my way," I growled.

Lucian shifted—but I sensed he wasn't going to shut up.

"Markus should never have trusted you with that human,"

I punched in the lock sequence.

"If he finds your whore, he will rip his head off and hang it on his library."

The light turned green.

"And you won't be in favor of him anymore. I think your head would be beside his on the wall—"

I turned to face Lucian. Instantly I saw the terror on his face. I let him talk because I was too engrossed with the repercussions of Tony being set loose in this estate. But now, my patience is gone. And so is my control. There is nothing left of it.