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    201. WHY... I WANT YOU?


    SILAS


    “I can’t die, I can’t die, I can’t... die! I CAN’ DIE!!”


    I screamed like a madman, raging as fury surged through my


    veins, roaring inside my prison like the death row inmate I was.


    Through this corrupted eye, I could see everything happening


    outside that monster they called a “tree.”


    ‘Trees give life, and this was just another abomination created by


    those damned beings—a slow, painful death, as if our lives of


    very weren’t already enough of a hell.


    “Pm sorry, baby,” I heard a soft voice when I had already given up.


    T opened my cursed eye and saw her—a beautiful woman holding a


    baby, her gaze full of weakness andpassion, her gentle coos,


    her healing power reaching deep into my shattered soul.


    She was a sorceress. I knew her once, in that mansion that’s been


    my prison since I was practically a child.


    I don’t remember her name, but I want to live. I have to live, no


    matter what. I can’t die with this deep hatred burning my soul, so I


    clung to her with everything I had.


    “My name is Electra de Croix,” she said. And yes, on the outside,


    she looked like that other bitch, but nothing dark or magical


    escaped this mutated eye.


    Inside her, there were two energies—one turbulent and rancid, the


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    other calm and powerful, contained. And deep within, a hidden.


    light gleamed.


    Who are you?


    You pretend to be ruthless and cruel, but I’ve seen that other part


    of you. None of those women would care about a simple ve the


    way you have cared about me


    Iwant to hate you, despise you for what you represent. I’m going


    to use you, pretend weakness, act submissive, lower your guard.


    Youre my ticket to getting closer to Lucrecia. And yet... why is it


    that every time you touch me, I don’t feel the same disgust I do


    with everyone else?


    Iwatched through the screen, the candlelight casting soft


    shadows. She didn’t even hide well, and I could see the outline of


    her body undressing.


    Her breasts falling gently, the curve of her narrow waist, her


    rounded hips, and toned legs.


    She lifted her hands to gather her short hair, and I imagined the


    color of her intimacy, the pink of her nipples, and that hidden


    triangle between her legs. Her scent—what would her arousal


    smell like?


    Twanted to look away, but my body reacted like never before, my


    breathing heavy. I didn’t want her to feel me watching, but my


    obsessive eyes couldn’t pull away from that sorceress.


    She slid into the tub, and I heard the soft moan of pleasure. I


    remembered the sounds she faked in the alley.