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I blinked my eyes open. Pain.
The first thing I felt when I gained consciousness was the dull ache that had taken up residence in the side of my neck. I sucked in a sharp breath as pain shot through my neck and body like a rocket. It took my breath away, a breath that I quickly tried to find so I could start to breathe through this terror. My mouth was dry, dehydration taking hold of my sore body as I hadn't had much water to drink since I was kidnapped. My head rolled to the side, my eyelids parting but everything was a blur. It took a few moments to adjust to the harsh sunlight that entered the dim room that dizzied me.
Squeezing my eyes tightly, I blinked a couple times, gaining my surroundings and noticing I was laying on the floor, one arm across my waist while the other laid to the side. Groaning in pain, I brought my hand up to my neck, my heart skipped a beat as I touched the two puncture marks that brought back every memory. I shot up from the floor, a gasp leaving me.
"You're awake," a deep voice called.
I curdled my knees to my chest, sitting up on the ground, the bite left in the junction between my neck and shoulder that I had received stung from its aftermath. Though the remnants of my blood had dried up, I could still feel a set of fangs lodged into my flesh, my body cringing at the thought. My heart raced at the images of him biting me. I had never seen anything like it. The veins that crawled under his eyes, a creature, not just a wolf, showed within his lustful and hungry eyes. He was something else, a monster I had never seen before. I tried to push away those memories of the man who stood across the room.
"You bit me," I gasped in pain, my fingers touching the bite. His bite.
Across the room, the monster with a name of Elias stood in front of a mirror, looking hauntingly beautiful as the first time I had seen him. My eyes wandered over his frame. He was tall, well over six feet and more attractive than I could put into words. He had looked like someone had breathed life into a statue of a Greek god. He pulls the bottom of his shirt down enough to cover his muscled abdomen that I seen for a split second. His muscled arms flexed with every move he made, his silver blue eyes that I remembered the most from his features stared deeply into mine, a shiver rolling down my spine.
His entire body seemed to be made out of lean muscle from his broad shoulders to his wide muscled chest flowing down into a slightly thinner waist and long strong legs. The rich black of his shirt couldn't hide his muscles as it hung to him like a second skin. In the reflection, his facial features were hauntingly beautiful. His sharp nose and chiseled jaw looked like marble, sculpted by an experienced hand rather than merely the product of good genes. Yet still, the single most captivating part of all his beauty were his eyes. There, as he stood admist all his perfection, under perfectly arched eyebrows and a curtain of black lashes that were as dark as his hair were two gleaming orbs of melted silver in the Mediterranean sea. They darted to me, staring intently at me with interest.
