Chapter 217

• Jaselyn's POV
• As Zane's tongue grazed the wound on my neck, a sickening thrill seemed to pulse through him. The sensation was vile, his tongue warm against my skin, tasting the blood he'd drawn as if savoring it. A twisted mockery of affection. I recoiled, every nerve in my body screaming in revulsion. My hands found the strength to shove him away, and the force of it surprised even me. But the disgust that flooded me drowned out any satisfaction.
• “Stay away from me!” I screamed, my voice breaking as the horror of the situation closed in on me. My blood, still fresh from the bite, slid in warm rivulets down my neck, staining the collar of my shirt. My hand instinctively flew to the wound, pressing against it as if I could somehow erase what had just happened.