Chapter 158
KESTER.
They besitated for half a second.
Then, like puppets on frayed strings, they turned on each other.
The first blow landed with a sickening crack that sent satisfaction running through me.
Fists flew. Blood sprayed. I watched with a blank expression as they tore into one another like rabid animals in a death match they hadn’t chosen.
They weren’t fighting to survive..
They were fighting to die. What an irony!
And I wanted to watch every agonizing second of it.
I wasn’t even halfway through the entertainment when I heard her voice.
“Kester…” She called me, a bit firmer above the trembling of her voice.
My head snapped toward her, and everything–the rage, the heat, the violent thrumming in my veins–came to a screeching halt.
My fingers, still sticky with blood, twitched at my sides.
She was shaking. Her body curled in on itself, arms clutching what was left of her dress. Her eyes brimmed with something I never wanted to see on her face..
Fear.
Not relief nor gratitude.
My stomach twisted. My chest constricted.
She wasn’t afraid of them.
She was afraid of me.
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The pleasure drained from my veins. The high of violence turned to something ugly. something wrong. But never my judgment. My judgment still stood. They would fight to
the death.
I forced myself to move, crossing the space between us in an instant. I dropped to my
knees in front of her and reached for her.
“Kasmine.” I rasped, “Are you hurt?”
She hesitated, her body still trembling as she clutched at her torn dress. “No,” she whispered. 1–I’m okay. I was just… scared.” she couldn’t look me in the eyes, and that was when I realized Zeth was still sharing partial control with me, and she was yet to get
used to him no matter how hard I tried.
She just had to because she’d be our mate soon.
I gritted my teeth, shutting my eyes for half a second before forcing
them open again. pushing him to the back of my mind. I caged him in so deep I could barely feel him
anymore.
The moment I did, she relaxed. Not fully, though, but enough that some of the tension in
her shoulders loosened.
She swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t have killed them.”
I let out a long, slow exhale and ran a hand through her hair. “They touched what’s mine,” I said simply, kissing her forehead.
I pulled her into a soft hug, hoping my warmth would calm her trembling body down. And it was working. She was gradually calming down.
It was a good thing I had that effect on her.
I closed my eyes, pressing my lips to the top of her head again. “It’s over,” I murmured. “You’re safe. You’re always safe with me
Her hands clutched at the bare skin of my arms, gripping me tightly, “You don’t have to
kill every man who comes close to me, Kester.
I pulled back just enough to cup her face, tilting it up to meet my gaze. ‘Yes, I do.”
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A small, broken sound left her lips, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she whispered, “I’m sorry. I just needed some air.”
I hushed her immediately, pressing my forehead to hers. “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”
Her body softened against mine, but the sounds of weak, sluggish blows still filled the air behind us.
She tensed again.
Her fingers curled against my chest. “Kester, make them stop.”
I shook my head. “No.”
She pulled back slightly, brows furrowing. “They’re already dying,” she whispered.
“That was the idea, baby. Such people constitute a nuisance to the society. It is best to wipe them out,” I stood and lifted her into my arms, ignoring the way she gasped as I moved. “Wear this. I pulled off my shirt and handed it to her.
I carried her out of the clearing, back through the trees, ignoring the sickening, sluggish sounds of the two bastards fighting to the death behind us.
She didn’t speak until we were almost at the house, but I enjoyed her silence and the way her soft breath fanned against my chest.
“Kester?” She called, stopping me just when I was about to push the door open. I stopped with her still wrapped in my arms.
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