A Hybrid's Hunger

Chapter 63

Chapter 63

My heart beats fast, so fast that I feel like there's a lump stuck in my throat, blocking the airway. I rinse my mouth with water, washing away the last bit of the blood left on my lips. My fingers curl around the edge of the sink, tight, enough for my nails to dig into the porcelain.

When I look up, my reflection is dull. I grab the makeup remover and a tissue from the cabinet before returning to the mirror. My hands tremble while wiping the makeup off. I'm still in my dress, but it's covered with stains, especially on the collar.

The bite on my neck throbs and I run my fingers over the marks, tracing the edges. There's no pain, just a numb feeling.

Once I change into something more comfortable, I step out of the washroom. It's dark in the room with only the small glow coming from the window. I place the dress on the side and walk towards the bed where Zade is asleep.

He knocked out as soon as he had fed from me. His clothes were still on, even his shoes. I sigh and look away from him. I'm not mad, I don't know how to feel. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel.

Scared? Pain? Anger?

Taking a deep breath, I turn back around and reach closer to him. His legs are hanging over the edge. I remove his shoes and place them to the side before climbing onto the bed.

I lay beside him on my side, watching him.

My eyes remain on him for a while and my thoughts begin to drift. I had a gut feeling all day, and it was right. Something was definitely not right. And it still isn't. I let him mark me, I let him have a taste of my blood knowing all the risks that came with it, and now—this.

I take a deep breath, my chest heaves, and I turn away from him. The ache in my chest intensifies and it's hard to breathe. There's a lump stuck in my throat, but it won't go down. I can't swallow it.

My eyes remain open for a long as I stare at the blank wall.

I only snap out of my thoughts when Zade shifts on the bed. Hours later. His arm drops over my waist and he brings me closer to him, close enough to the point where his chest is touching my back. His arm remains around me and he breathes against the crook of my neck, and I can feel his nose brushing over the bite.

"I'm sorry," He whispers against the mark, his breath fanning against the sensitive spot.

My eyes shut for a brief moment. I don't know what to say. My body goes stiff.

"I didn't want to hurt you."

I nod quietly, but my lips remain shut. I can't bring myself to say anything, even a single word. He becomes silent once more and then I began to hear him snore. His arm remains over me, keeping me close. I don't move.

It takes a while, a lot of time before my eyes finally shut and I slip into the darkness, hoping everything will be better in the morning.

Everyone's gone, there's no one in the house. Nothing but silence. I wake up late, as late as I can and when I do, I go straight to Estella. She's not in the kitchen for the first time. I find her in her room below the grand staircase. She's having her afternoon tea when she finds me coming inside.

"You're up," She places the cup onto the saucer before standing up. "Did you sleep well?"

"Not really." I sit down wherever I can manage to. "Zade is still sleeping."

"He still is? I suppose he had a lot to drink last night—"

I can't keep it down anymore. "He fed from me."

"What?"

"Yeah, he did. I couldn't stop him. He just drank and drank and then fell asleep." I confess, letting out a breath.

She's speechless. Her face pales and her mouth parts open, but no words come out. Her shoulders slump and then she walks over to me. "Why didn't you tell me last night?"

"There was a lot going on and I just—I don't know."

"Are you okay?"

"I feel fine," I nod, my brows tight. "He gave me his blood so I don't think I'll be getting sick, right?"

"No, you won't."

That's a relief. I don't want to go through that sickness ever. It's far worse than anything else, even getting bitten.

I brush my hands over my face and push my hair back before looking up at Estella. "I don't know what to do. I shouldn't have let him mark me. We shouldn't have gone that far. Last night, he was so different, so odd and it just wasn't the alcohol. I should've known."

Estella sits near to me, concern in her face now. She has a look of disappointment and fear. Years and years of struggle are all gone and lost and the worst part is I did this. It's all my fault. I didn't think anything would happen if he marked me, but I was wrong.

"We've to wake his mother—"

I stop her, "No, no, I don't want to trouble her. I already did once and it would be selfish of me to disturb her again when she's resting."

I tell Estella something, but there's something else running in my mind. I've thought about it all, all the possibilities, and in no way do I want to wake Martha. She will do it again, she will erase my memories.

I'm not willing to forget everything, not him. Not again.

"Did you talk to him?"

"Not yet," I shake my head. "He's still sleeping. I don't know when he'll wake up or what he'll be like when he does."

"Let me talk to him. Let me see where he is, where his mind is. But if he's not in control, Aurora, then we'll have to wake his mother and tell her. That is all we can do."

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