The fake love didn’t last. I should have known it wouldn’t. I’d asked Elliot for something that he would have never given me willingly. Knowing him, he probably bit back vomit for that grueling forty-eight hours. I also should have known that he would leave. I’d fallen in love with a coward. That much was true when he’d told me he couldn’t do this anymore. “Lilliana. I can’t do this,” Elliot stated, the tone of his voice as cold as ice. “What do you mean?” I know what’s coming. I’ve known it for days..... I’m just not ready to admit it. I never thought I’d see the day when I didn’t want Elliot to leave me. Seven months ago, I would have easily shoved the boot Tessa left me up his ass and kicked him to the curb. Now the very thought breaks my heart in two. “I think I should go back to Valtarin....” Again, he’d said the words with no emotion. It shouldn't hurt. I've been preparing for this conversation. But damn, it feels like a searing hot blade to the chest. “Okay.” “Ok

“It should be a sin for you to wear that dress outside of this room,” Chaos growled, his eyes dark with lust. “I don’t know.... I think I might wear it again next weekend.” Chaos was against me in a flash, wings exploding from his back as he wrapped them around me, and clawed the dress into tiny shreds, “Never. Again,” he nipped my earlobe. Scraps of shiny black fabric fell at my feet, “I think I like this outfit much better,” Chaos tilted my face to his, winking. His eyes followed my tongue as it darted out to moisten my suddenly dry lips. “For next weekend?” I glanced down eyeing my nearly nude form, “I think that it’s a bit scandalous personally....” “You are trouble, kitten,” Chaos shook his head playfully. His lips curled into a sexy grin, and I swear, I could have melted right there, “I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he held up his right hand, “You see this thing? Nothing compared to you.” A soft giggle escaped my lips as I stared at him. Never in my life would

“Moira, you continue to outdo yourself,” my voice came out muffled as muffin crumbs fell from my mouth as I spoke and I winced, glancing around to make sure no one had seen. Some habits are harder to break than others.She'd added a cinnamon crumble to the tops of her blueberry muffins, and I found myself moaning softly from the taste. “Dear, you are too kind,” she busied herself mixing the batter for her next creation. “What are you making now?” I questioned as she pointed up to the cranberries. After handing them to her she smiled, “Cranberry orange scones. My mother used to make them when I was just a pup. Would you like to stay and help an old woman out?” My lips pulled into a smile as I shook my head, “You, Moira, are not an old woman. But of course. It’s been too long since we’ve spent time together in the kitchen. Are you enjoying being in charge around here?” Moira instructed me to flour the countertop before dropping the dough and kneading it, “Of course. You know me

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. My face feels damp as my cheek rests on something cold and hard. My eyes screw tight as I try to open them, getting a tiny glimpse of fluorescent lighting. The bulb is flashing in slow succession, making it hard to focus. The flashes are dizzying. Pushing myself up off the ground proves to be harder than I anticipated. My muscles feel like jello. What happened? How did I get here? Glancing around, I’m in the dungeons. Silver bars line two walls, while decrepit concrete lines the other. The smell down here is nauseating combined with that damn flashing light. “Hello?” I croak. My throat feels as if I’ve swallowed cotton and sand together. The sound of my voice echoed off the walls, bouncing around me and creating the illusion that I was in a cave. I suppose that is one of many torture tactics that we use for the unfortunate souls that find themselves down here. I walk around the cell, looking for any signs of life, but nothing. Not even an ant. T

TRIGGER WARNING: NON-CON/SA It’s been three days. Three excruciatingly long days in this godforsaken cell. Between the sound of the dripping and the flashing light; I’m going certifiably insane. I didn’t speak to Elliot for two days. His confession broke me in a way I didn’t know was possible. But then I realized that my feelings were my own fault. Elliot told me what to expect from him over and over, but I callously disregarded that, convincing myself that my feelings would be enough for the both of us. But that’s not realistic..... You can’t force someone to want you. Each time he brings up the conversation; I shut it down. I’m not ready. I’m not sure I ever will be. “Why do you think it’s taking Chaos so long?” Elliot’s head rolled to the side, his blue eyes lazily meeting mine, “I can only assume the asshole put some sort of spell on this place. Chaos doesn’t respect boundaries,” he huffed, smiling and shaking his head. Elliot still looked just as handsome as always, des