CHAPTER 33
Julian ran.
He didn't know where he was going. He just knew that he wanted to get away. Away from the sight burned into his mind, away from the twist in his chest, away from the humiliation clawing at his throat.
His steps were frantic, uneven, his breath coming in shuddery little gasps he kept trying to silence.
"Stupid," he whispered harshly to himself. "Stupid, stupid, you're so stupid." He bumped his head with his hand.
He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, furious that tears were actually falling. He had no reason no right to be sad. He kept telling himself that. Repeating it like a mantra.
Viktor was a vampire. Vampires drank blood. That was simply what they did. There was no betrayal, no secret affair, no intimate moment meant to hurt him. It was survival. Practicality.
His Nature.
And yet
Godess, they had looked too intimate.
Belmor kneeling. Viktor bending over him. Hands braced, mouths so close, the air so charged it could've sparked.
