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ROOM 4203
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐄
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Victor didn't know what to expect when he entered the room in which the last of the wand's energy trails had diminished. Someone had activated it mere minutes before he had arrived, obviously having initiated something at a larger scale. When he spotted the crimson liquid and the rusty scent of blood roll of acridly, Victor was at the tip of the iceberg. He had his hands fisted for the impact that awaited him, sensing faint potential fallout still existing within the room. The tables were split, the window was blasted open to let the midnight warmth move in.
'Victor,' a voice whispered.
It was a haggard Eleanor, the ends of her mauve dress hanging in tatters and gripped between her blood-drenched palms. Her blue eyes were flung wide open, scared and wild. There was blood crusted over her neck and collar and slashes of nails lining her arms, her shoulders shaking as she took his form in. When she stumbled forward, Victor caught her waist and gently steadied her.
'Hey,' he murmured into her loose hair, 'what happened?'
'It was her,' she said quietly, 'I came in and she tried to—to—'
He felt the warmth of her breath caress his jaw when she pressed her face into his neck. He felt something churn in his stomach when he realized how wrong it was to have her so close and hold her so intimately. Elle only grappled him harder, a hand going around his neck.
Victor whispered hastily. 'We need to get to the roof. The colonel—'
She shushed him softly, a finger traversing down the nape of his neck. To his utter confusion, the hand that clutched the end of her dress had wound around his waist to pull him into her and she held him like he was hers. The blue in her eyes burned like azure fire, coming alight like it were alive. He felt a pull, a want to hold her closer.
'It's okay,' her whisper was a croon to his ears. 'Look at me.'
Before he knew it, her mouth had claimed his. It was an engaging battle for dominance, inconsequential at the lowest and leapt out of nowhere. He was caught in the moment, a hand going to clasp her cheek and utterly lost between the feel of her smooth lips on his. It hurt him on the inside but it felt so good all at once.
His hands were guided to her neck, deepening the kiss and slow moan leaving him. His heart hammered, his want increasing and he found himself thinking―Stark, you lucky bastard.
