Chapter 209

• Lily POV
• That dead-silent thirty seconds dragged on like a century. Then he slowly, agonizingly slowly, turned his head back. The last flicker of shock and wounded pride in his eyes vanished. In its place rose something darker than the pit of hell: a crazed need to possess, thick and black enough to swallow every last scrap of light.
• “Lily…” he said, his voice rough like sandpaper on skin, calm in a way that made my blood run cold. “You’re mine. No one is taking you from me.”