Scarlett's POV
Previously:
But this kiss wasn't about passion.
No.
It was about power.
Harry wanted me to feel his power over me, and I did. With every gasp of breath, with every touch of his tongue, with every move he made, I felt helpless and out of control.
Which was exactly how he wanted me to feel.
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I could taste the bitter saltiness of my tears as they slid down my cheeks in big fat droplets, before they were captured by Harry's lips.
"Don't cry," Harry murmured softly, his eyes closing as he continued to kiss away my tears. I was acutely aware of the blood on my face and Harry's hand, and how it was beginning to dry, making my skin feel stiff and itchy. My tears were turned red by the blood on my face, as if my insides were bleeding.
"Please don't cry."
I felt Harry's thumbs softly swipe underneath my eyes, wiping away more of my bloody tears. Harry had let Luke live. That was a good thing. I should've been overjoyed. But the truth was, I just couldn't feel anything. I was numb and heartbroken. I had lost Ashton, and the Rebellion had lost the most important battle of all.
My heart contracted as I remembered the look on Harry's face when he told me.
After he had kissed me with the physical form of domination, Harry had left to go fight the with the other Kings against the Rebellion. The battle was still raging in the entrance hall, and he was needed, he'd said. Harry had left me chained up on his bed while he went out to fight against my people.
After hours of screaming, struggling, bleeding wrists, false hope, and dark thoughts, my worst fear came true.
Harry returned to me, completely unscathed aside from being covered in blood, a grim expression adorning his features. I had immediately started sobbing, and I didn't stop, because if he was here, then he had won.
The Rebellion had failed.
Even with the vampire poison.
Somewhere in my heart, I had always known that the war was futile, that humans stood no chance against the most powerful race in the world. But like the naïve little girl I was, I had let myself hope that we could win in some heartfelt David vs. Goliath tale.
I should've known better.
"I'm sorry."
It was all Harry had said, and it was enough. The tears came even harder than before. With those two little words, he had turned me into a shaking, sobbing mess. Harry had come over, taken one look at my wrists, and unchained me. Lightly grasping my hands, he had kissed the raw skin.
His gentleness had astounded me, and I froze, mildly wondering if he was sadistically teasing me. But his lips just traveled up my arm, barely grazing the skin in a ghost of a kiss, until they eventually reached my face. My tears hadn't stopped, but Harry had just wordlessly kissed them away. He was careful to avoid my lips.
"There we are."
Harry's raspy voice brought me out of my reverie and back to the present. I blinked and dazedly looked up to his face, which was now inches away from mine. I vaguely noticed that I had stopped crying. I locked my jaw, trying to keep it that way. Somehow, when I looked back up at Harry, I wasn't scared. He'd already taken everything from me. I had nothing to fear.
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