Chapter 9: Allison's brow furrowed as his teeth sank into her lip, the sharp taste of blood filling their mouths.
It was a violent kiss, unwavering and raw.
Despite the blood dripping from her lip, Kellan He didn't move away.
Instead, he squeezed harder, his touch becoming rougher and his breathing becoming labored.
Then, without warning, there was a loud, dull thud.
Allison, quick to seize the moment, broke free of his grasp.
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He drove his fist hard into his abdomen and kicked him quickly in the knee.
Unprepared, Kellan fell to the ground, his mouth full of blood, as if his insides had been torn.
A searing heat began to spread through his body.
, leaving him gasping as he struggled to get up, even though his strength was failing him.
That's when he felt it: the cold, hard barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead.
From above, Allison was staring at him, with piercing eyes, as if He was calculating his next move.
You are clever, I admit it.
But it all ends here, he murmured.
His shoulders hurt and he knew he wasn't in top shape.
However, she hadn't been pushed like this in centuries.
With one hand resting on the wall, she reached for the light switch, wanting to see his face clearly.
You picked the wrong fight.
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But when his fingers touched the wall, he realized something was wrong: his skin was burning.
It felt like an inferno was burning inside him, crawling from his stomach and clawing its way up, searing.
her throat.
That kiss, the one that tasted like blood, wasn't just any kiss.
Almost immediately, Allison realized that something was wrong.
He gritted his teeth and cursed himself for letting his guard down after living a relatively quiet life.
How he had allowed this to happen He never thought he would replace himself in such a predicament.
But the fire was taking its toll.
Her rational thoughts began to blur as she looked for the light switch with a trembling hand.
She felt her body on fire, an unbearable itch, her throat as dry as if she had been stranded in the desert for days.
In her confusion, Allison cursed whoever had invented that drug.
If he had realized it sooner.
If he ever found out who was behind it, he would make him pay ten times over.
They'd be lucky if they didn't end up as fish food when he finished them off.
Noticing her sudden disorientation, Kellan summoned his last reserves of strength.
He lunged at her, wrapping his hands around her neck and pinning her against the table.
In a flash movement, she unsheathed a small dagger, its cold edge pressing into her side, the threat of death tangible in the air.
Allison's weapon remained firmly pressed against her chest.
Their gazes met in the darkness, without exchanging words, but both knew they were on a knife's edge.
One wrong move and everything would have been over in the blink of an eye.
The tension crackled between them, charged with unspoken danger and something darker.
As the effects of the drug continued to stir within him, the only sounds in the room were their labored breathing, the heavy silence charged with an undeniable electrical energy.
Allison's gaze blinked, while Kellan's eyes, burning with barely contained restraint, met hers.
And then, without another word, they both leaned in and their lips met briefly before falling into a deep, fierce kiss.
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Their fiery breaths intertwined passionately in the darkness.
The kiss, wild and bloody, was not a mere exchange of passion, but a battle in itself, a fierce entanglement that blurred the boundaries between pleasure and pain.
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