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The house we’re in is old, smelly, and most likely condemned.

Where the hell are we?

Safety should be paramount, but this raging erection I have isn’t making me feel very cautious. I can’t even will the fucker to go down.

Reaching back with my foot, I kick the rotting door shut.

There are no heartbeats in this place, and I don’t hear one for at least a couple of hundred yards.

If there is anything about, it’s not humanoid.

Maybe that’s why the beast chose this location?

Privacy is a needed now, and it doesn't matter where we find it, as long as we’re alone and safe.

The moment when my soulmarked and I become a shared soul is close.

This isn’t the most ideal of places, but I’ve waited so long…

Too long to care where it happens.

For over five hundred years, I’ve waited for this. Longed and ached for it.

She keeps pushing against my chest, though, but I hold on to her tight. There’s no way I’m willing to set her down.

“Let…” she breathes against me, struggling against my embrace. “Go… of me.”

No, Ican’t. Not while she is still fragile and vulnerable to the world. She’s still human and too much shit could easily kill her.

Shaking my head as I look around the rooms, I shush her gently. “Shh, my love. I need to make sure we’re safe.”

My thoughts wander as I carry her through the dilapidated house. I want a clean, safe space for her turning, but nothing looks right.

Nothingfeelsright.

Five hundred years ago, from its size alone, this hovel would have been considered a lord’s house.

Even if it was this filthy.

Hell, some of the manors I remember seeing and being inside of were worse than this.

Now it’s barely befitting of the rats scurrying in the walls.

“Help,” my fated breathes out loudly, and this time I catch a small scent of her breath.

Looking down at her plump lips, I instantly long to kiss them. To feel them crushed against my own.

They move again, but I’m utterly transfixed as I stare at them and have no idea what they’re saying.

There’s a small scar on her lower lip, a line that’s so faint most wouldn’t notice it, but it stands out to me plain as day.

Her lip was split there sometime in the past. Like someone hit her and it caused her delicate human flesh to break. Her precious blood must have spilled…

Red slowly begins to seep into my vision over the thought of someone touching her in such a way.

The rage I feel brings the beast clawing his way back to the surface. He thrashes against my chest to find the one who did this and show them the true meaning of suffering.

But a sharp tug on my bond and a buzzing in my ripped-up pants instantly snaps me out of it.