Chapter 477: Drink
I disconnected the call before Emilia could get another word in, shutting the phone off and pushing myself up from the bed.
My eyes scanned the room, searching for a place where I could toss the damn thing or a high enough spot that Emma couldn’t reach or even think to look.
But with my chaotic thoughts, I gave in to an impulse and crushed the device, flinging the pieced to a corner with a frustrated growl.
Damn it, I’m such an idiot! I know better than this. But the fear of losing her again fucked me up, driving my reckless actions. I refused to let the past repeat itself.
All I craved was more time with her, just the two of us in this secluded cabin, far from the rest of the world. Just a little more time. I would sacrifice anything just for this to last longer.
An hour passed, yet I still couldn’t muster the silence that I desperately needed. Scenes from five years ago continued to haunt me, driving me deeper into the far corners of my mind. I had fought enough with the memory of Emma’s lifeless body in my arms, but now the vision of her clan taking her away from me seemed far more than a vivid nightmare. A beacon to where all this was fucked up in the first place.
"Dace?" The soft sound of her voice sliced through the madness within me, freezing me in place. The mere sound of it had the power to bring me to my knees. Right now, I would willingly crawl to her if she asked.
"Fuck! I need to calm down," I muttered through clenched teeth.
Snatching a pack of cigarettes, I shoved one between my lips, eagerly torching the tip with my zippo. This wasn’t about stalling my bloodlust anymore; it was about taming the raging nerves that wanted to eat me alive.
Her soft tapping caught my attention, and I turned to find her standing there.
I ran a hand through my hair, meeting her sleepy eyes. The sheets she clutched were slipping from her grasp, revealing her pale complexion. A sharp intake of breath and a hard swallow confirmed what I needed to know.