Scarlett's POV
Previously:
Oh . . . it was Harry, but he looked funny. The fuzz in my head was spreading like a wildfire, and I only had enough consciousness in me to say one thing.
"Harry, you're upsidedown."
It was only then that I really did pass out.
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I faintly felt someone brushing the hair away from my face, gentle hands caressing my skin. I slowly blinked my eyes open, expecting and hoping to see Luke's angelic features. I realized with a start that those green eyes didn't belong to Luke.
"Harry," I whispered in fear. He was sitting not two inches away from me on the bed that I found myself lying on. My eyes darted around the room in surprise, and I barely registered that I was in the infirmary. Though, it was deserted aside from Harry and me. Harry smiled, obviously not hearing the tremor in my voice.
"You're awake," he stated, but I just scrunched up my eyes in pain as an enormous headache hit me with the force of the Kings' army as I tried to sit up.
"Hey, take it easy. Here," Harry turned back to me with a glass of blood in hand, "take this."
I didn't even think before I downed the glass. Anything to stop the agonizing pounding in my head. It felt as if someone was driving a hammer and chisel into the back of my head, slowly cracking away at my skull.
"I-I thought vampires didn't get headaches," I moaned, but Harry didn't respond. I sat curled up until the pain faded into a dull ache. I fluttered my lashes open, slowly letting them adjust to the light. Harry's face was still inches from mine, and with it flooded memories of what I thought to be yesterday.
Luke.
Oh God. What happened to him after Harry snapped his neck? Did Harry finally kill him? Is he being tortured like Harry threatened? Does Harry know that it was my idea?
I hadn't realized that my breathing had turned shallow until Harry's eyebrows furrowed.
"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" he asked immediately. It was weird to hear the concern in his voice; I didn't trust it. But I had bigger fish to fry at the moment. What was I going to say? I couldn't tell him the truth, or else he would think that I wasn't honoring our deal. I figured that silence would be the best answer until I could muster up a good enough excuse.
"Scarlett—" Harry started, but I quickly cut him off and changed the subject.
"How long have I been out?" I murmured quietly, avoiding eye contact. Harry gave me look, as if to say that he knew I purposely avoiding the question, but answered nevertheless.
"A little over a day," he stated, eyes flashing. I could only guess that he was thinking of Luke. My curiosity was getting the better of me, which wasn't good, but I had to know what happened to him. Thankfully, though, Harry beat me to the topic, "Although I tried to get Luke off of you as fast I could, he had nearly drained you dry. If I hadn't gotten to you in time, you would've died."
The disgust and pain in Harry's eyes was plain as day, making me gulp. Luke had nearly drained me dry? The thought made my skin crawl, but I couldn't even blame him. The thought that he had never had human-ish blood before never crossed my mind. I remembered when I drank from him, and the uncomfortable frenzy that had exploded inside of me as soon as his blood touched my lips. It was not something you could easily fight your way through.
"H-Harry," I started reluctantly, "Did you . . . Did you kill him?" I was barely able to get the words out, just thinking of Luke lying lifeless somewhere—I couldn't. I honestly didn't know if I could live with myself knowing that my reckless idea was the cause of Luke's death. Hell, I want even sure if I could live knowing he was dead, no matter who or what killed him.
Harry eyes flared once again as he looked up at me incredulously. "You still care for him even after he nearly killed you?" he growled, his voice sending uncontrollable tremors throughout my insides. I was barely able to hold his gaze as I spoke.
"Yes, because I can understand his reasons as to why he did it," I stated, my voice surprisingly calm.
"Please, tell me what you think you know about him," Harry hissed out venomously, and I flinched, my already-lacking courage depleting.
"H-He bit me to prevent himself from being a blood slave anymore," I replied, a fearful blush creeping up my cheeks under Harry's burning eyes.
"But you're a vampire, he should be dead right now," Harry said, even though he didn't look the least bit confused. There was a certain glimmer in his eyes, but I just bit my lip.
"Um, well . . . I have a theory about that, too. Uh, I think that because the only semi-human blood I have ever ingested was his, and his wasn't toxic, mine wasn't poisonous," I said quietly, knowing that I would face painful repercussions for telling him that. However, Harry didn't react when he found out my blood was fair game again. Instead, he just pressed his lips into a hard line, shaking his head.
"I was so worried about you," Harry whispered, reaching out to take ahold of my hand, and I didn't pull away, against my better judgment. "When I saw you in his arms . . . I thought I was too late. You looked like death, you were so pale and weak. You could barely keep your eyes open. I don't think I've felt fear like that in centuries," Harry confessed, making my eyes widen and confusion coat my features. I opened my mouth to speak, but his mouth found words before mine did.
"You have no idea how hard I'm suppressing my anger towards him for biting you, for hurting you. Seeing you lying here unconscious for over a day—I wanted to torture him until his screams made it clear for him that you were mine, that he hurt you!" Harry growled, his voice wrought with an undercurrent of pain.
If it were any other circumstance, I would have been trembling in fear, but then I caught sight of Harry's eyes. They were filled with such anguish; I finally felt as if I were seeing a glimpse of the real Harry, and I nearly felt sorry for him.
"I can't lose you. I've lost too many things in my life to lose something as precious as you," Harry pleaded brokenly, and I was stunned into silence to see tears building up in his green eyes. At this point, I thought he was physically incapable of crying. "I don't what I would do without you."
And just like that, the all-powerful King came crumbling down.
I knew I should feel happy about this, but the devastation in his eyes was almost unbearable. It was the only reason I didn't pull away when he began to lean in. The sympathy I felt for him, the real him, was real, which surprised me. When he was just millimeters away from brushing his lips to mine, he paused, giving me the chance to pull away. I didn't, partially in fear of his reaction if I did, and partially because I wanted to make the awful hurt in his eyes go away. Before I could come to my senses, Harry closed the distance between us, carefully pressing his lips to mine. They were as soft as velvet, slowly moving themselves against mine. He was so gentle. It took me longer than it should've to come to my senses, but I blamed it on the fact that my mind was hazy and suffering from blood loss.
I jerked myself back with a gasp, frantically rubbing my lips to somehow get the memory to vanish. But it was as if someone had branded it into my head, haunting me every time I closed my eyes. What was wrong with me? How much blood had I lost?
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