Page 12 of Princess Redeemed

Then I drop to my knees once more.The sight of Rogan’s blood seizes me, but I’m more interested in stopping the bleeding.He was shot only days ago, but he healed quickly.Will he heal quickly from this wound as well?

Your touch helps.It soothes me more than any healing balm ever could.

The words he uttered after his gunshot echo through my mind.I cover the wound with my hand, the gush of his blood overwhelming my senses.

“Help!”I yell.“I need help!The alpha wolf is hurt!”

Still arrows whiz by, gunshots ring out, knives flash through the air, and vamps and demons alike race past like blurs…but no one comes to my aid.

Rogan’s wolf eyes open then, his green irises swirling.I move my hand and?—

“Oh my God!”I clasp my bloody hand to my face.

The wound has closed, just as they do when I lick him after I feed.

Your touch helps.It soothes me more than any healing balm ever could.

Rogan wasn’t speaking metaphorically.My touch trulydoessoothe him.It heals him.

Yes, our saliva helps coagulate blood so we can stop the bleeding when we feed.But a mere touch?Does my touch have this power?

Or does it have this power only for Rogan?

His gunshot wound did heal quickly, but I figured that was because of his wolf heritage.Wolves and vampire have accelerated healing compared to humans.

Rogan makes it to his feet, and I climb onto him.His pelt repels the arrows that fly around us, and soon we’re back at the underground bunker.

Dominic is gone.

“He went to fight,” Rogan says, his voice not quite human.

He’s man now.Naked man.He walks into a separate room and returns wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and leather boots.

“How?”I ask.“How do you heal so quickly?”

“Your touch, princess.Don’t you know that by now?We’re inside each other.In a way, weareeach other.”

“But we’re not.You don’t understand?—”

“I understand more than you think.I know what I feel.I know what I see when I look at you, when I feel your heartbeat as you lie next to me.I know who you are, princess.You aremine.”

When he says the words, I almost believe them.I almost forget my logic and the facts that I uncovered.I almost throw it all out the window and melt into his arms to confess my unwavering love for him.

For although the connection between us is a lie, my love for him is not.Even now, knowing that we’re not each other’s fate, I still love him.

I still love Victor Rogan.

I still yearn for him.

For his body.

For his blood.

For his heart.

For his soul.

I want to rush into his arms, kiss him deeply, fall onto the ground and make mad, passionate love.