alive!
Chapter
Seven
I
work to push through the fog filling my mind as I stare up at Darien over me.
His gorgeous mouth hovers over mine, and I long for him to kiss me. Filing
through my thoughts, I can only remember an old woman on the road turning into
Queen Miriam. The memory strengthens as I recall what she said about my mother. About my lineage. And then I relive the blackness of
my death. A scream shoots from my lips.
“ Snow!” Darien cries out, clutching to my body.
I
try to wrap my arms around him, but my limbs refuse to do as I will them to.
Words stick behind closed lips, and frustrated tears ripple over my cheeks.
“ Snow, are you alright? Speak to me,” Darien pleads.
His frantic gaze traverses my body and locks back onto my eyes.
Tremors
rip through my body as I force words from my mouth. “Darien,” I whisper.
He
presses back my hair and pulls me to his chest. “Snow. Oh thank God!” Rocking me against him, his salty tears mix with my own and
slick my lips as we kiss.
His
tongue sweeps over mine, and energy flows back through my veins. The venom
leaves as love refills my heart. His kisses bring me life. I knew that the
moment our lips first touched. And now I know why. We are meant to be.
As
control returns to my limbs, I wrap them around Darien and pull him closer. I
never want to let go. “You saved me with true love's kiss.”
He
sucks in a gasp and clenches his jaw. “I wanted to kill her. Seconds away from
crushing her, I felt her life draining in my fingertips. Such anger inside me
I'd never felt before. I wanted to drown in it and let it take me whole so I
could take her life in exchange for yours. What kind of man am I?”
I
shake my head and clutch the sides of his face with my hands. “Don't think like
that. I'm here. You saved me.” Sadness and anger war in his eyes. My heart
hurts watching his pain. “I'm glad you didn't. You are not that kind of man.
You are filled with kindness and love.”
He
nestles me against him until I straddle his lap on the floor. “If it weren't
for Marcus....I couldn't do it, Snow. I couldn't kill her. Even
after she killed you. After what she did to Marcus and her allegiance
with Hestor in the dark arts...I still could not do
it.”
“ Marcus is still a good man, but he is what you
cannot be. And you are what he cannot be. And I love you, for who you are. For who you taught me to be.” I stroke the worry lines along his
face. “Murder, no matter what the circumstance, is not in your nature. And I
don't want it to be. You will be a king of the people, for the people.”
He
stares into my eyes, but they're no longer filled with the playful joy and love
I remember. Pain hollows out the life that once sparkled in them. “I don't know
what I would've done had she killed you.”
Leaning
in, I brush my mouth over his trembling lips. He needs me now, as I needed him
before. Darkness sits in his heart, waiting to eat his soul. I will not let it
have him. He is mine.
“ I'm right here,” I whisper against his lips. Draping
my arms across his shoulders, I curl my fingers against the back of his hair. I
must feed him back the life he gave me.
Pressing
my breasts to his chest, I twist my mouth against his and sweep him into a
kiss. Shudders attack his body in my arms, and I tighten around him as I deepen
our kiss. He stills, as if he's afraid to kiss me back.
“ Snow, I'm no longer the same man.” Water sheens his
eyes.
“ I know. You're an even better one now.” I rip open
his doublet and shred the linen shirt underneath. Palms flat, I rub along the
hairs of his chest, letting his warmth fill me. I slide the clothing over his
shoulders, and it puddles on the floor alongside him.
Unlacing
my corset, I remove the bodice and toss it to the floor. He stares at me,
bewilderment replacing the sadness and anger. My gaze trains his face, down his
chest to his trousers as I work him out of them. I slither out from my skirts
and chemise,
Chapter
Seven
I
work to push through the fog filling my mind as I stare up at Darien over me.
His gorgeous mouth hovers over mine, and I long for him to kiss me. Filing
through my thoughts, I can only remember an old woman on the road turning into
Queen Miriam. The memory strengthens as I recall what she said about my mother. About my lineage. And then I relive the blackness of
my death. A scream shoots from my lips.
“ Snow!” Darien cries out, clutching to my body.
I
try to wrap my arms around him, but my limbs refuse to do as I will them to.
Words stick behind closed lips, and frustrated tears ripple over my cheeks.
“ Snow, are you alright? Speak to me,” Darien pleads.
His frantic gaze traverses my body and locks back onto my eyes.
Tremors
rip through my body as I force words from my mouth. “Darien,” I whisper.
He
presses back my hair and pulls me to his chest. “Snow. Oh thank God!” Rocking me against him, his salty tears mix with my own and
slick my lips as we kiss.
His
tongue sweeps over mine, and energy flows back through my veins. The venom
leaves as love refills my heart. His kisses bring me life. I knew that the
moment our lips first touched. And now I know why. We are meant to be.
As
control returns to my limbs, I wrap them around Darien and pull him closer. I
never want to let go. “You saved me with true love's kiss.”
He
sucks in a gasp and clenches his jaw. “I wanted to kill her. Seconds away from
crushing her, I felt her life draining in my fingertips. Such anger inside me
I'd never felt before. I wanted to drown in it and let it take me whole so I
could take her life in exchange for yours. What kind of man am I?”
I
shake my head and clutch the sides of his face with my hands. “Don't think like
that. I'm here. You saved me.” Sadness and anger war in his eyes. My heart
hurts watching his pain. “I'm glad you didn't. You are not that kind of man.
You are filled with kindness and love.”
He
nestles me against him until I straddle his lap on the floor. “If it weren't
for Marcus....I couldn't do it, Snow. I couldn't kill her. Even
after she killed you. After what she did to Marcus and her allegiance
with Hestor in the dark arts...I still could not do
it.”
“ Marcus is still a good man, but he is what you
cannot be. And you are what he cannot be. And I love you, for who you are. For who you taught me to be.” I stroke the worry lines along his
face. “Murder, no matter what the circumstance, is not in your nature. And I
don't want it to be. You will be a king of the people, for the people.”
He
stares into my eyes, but they're no longer filled with the playful joy and love
I remember. Pain hollows out the life that once sparkled in them. “I don't know
what I would've done had she killed you.”
Leaning
in, I brush my mouth over his trembling lips. He needs me now, as I needed him
before. Darkness sits in his heart, waiting to eat his soul. I will not let it
have him. He is mine.
“ I'm right here,” I whisper against his lips. Draping
my arms across his shoulders, I curl my fingers against the back of his hair. I
must feed him back the life he gave me.
Pressing
my breasts to his chest, I twist my mouth against his and sweep him into a
kiss. Shudders attack his body in my arms, and I tighten around him as I deepen
our kiss. He stills, as if he's afraid to kiss me back.
“ Snow, I'm no longer the same man.” Water sheens his
eyes.
“ I know. You're an even better one now.” I rip open
his doublet and shred the linen shirt underneath. Palms flat, I rub along the
hairs of his chest, letting his warmth fill me. I slide the clothing over his
shoulders, and it puddles on the floor alongside him.
Unlacing
my corset, I remove the bodice and toss it to the floor. He stares at me,
bewilderment replacing the sadness and anger. My gaze trains his face, down his
chest to his trousers as I work him out of them. I slither out from my skirts
and chemise,
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