The first thought that clicked into his mind when she fell was that she was Kamilla. Viktor’s face slackened. That was Ramilla who’d just fallen off the chiff His Kamilla!
The ice that had frozen his heart thawed as Viktor hurriedly pushed away from Rogan,
“Kamilla! Kam-
Viktor’s departure was stopped by Rogan’s grip on his shirt.
“Where’re you going?” Rogan groaned, blood seeping from the cut on his face and into his mouth. Viktor looked back at him with frustration. “Finish this Rogan growled at Viktor. “She’ll die anyway, if you walk away now, you lose both her and the chance to kill me! This is what you want. Go on… we’re no different, Viktor. We’re both monsters. Accept it.”
Gritting his teeth, Viktor ripped Rogan’s hand off of him and raced to the edge of the cliff.
He’d been about to dive but stopped when he saw her. Kamilla stared up at him, her gaze dazed as she hung onto the tip of Witcher’s Cliff with both hands.
Her green eyes were glassy, her scarlet hair blowing wildly in the wind as they stared at one another, stared into one another.
The cave emptied as the bats swarmed out, circling Kamilla like the thirsty creatures they were. They were huge, their wings spread out to a length nearly equaling her height.
Viktor felt like his entire soul was trembling. “Kamilla!” he called to her.
Staring at Viktor silently, Kamilla took in the sight of him. The man she loved from one lifetime to another. The man she’d repeatedly sacrificed herself for. Kamilla felt her fingers lose strength. She released a gasp as she fell. Oh, God. Ursula had been right.
“Kamilla!” Viktor screamed.
Her gaze did not leave his face as she fell and, ripping his shirt off, Viktor plunged down after her, keeping his eyes locked on hers.
It didn’t matter if she hated him, he thought. It was okay if she found him repulsive and thought him to be the worst thing to have ever happened to her. He would not let her die again. He would not let her suffer for knowing him.
Kamilla felt like she was in a matrix, her entire mind and soul felt afloat with her body. She felt a bizarre calm within her as she stared up at Viktor. He was above her, reaching for her from out of his darkness.
It was like a dark cloud was falling with her, like the spirit of death was following her rather than waiting for her at the bottom.
Kamilla watched as the darkness shattered and she felt a swarm envelop her, so that the dark clouded her vision and she saw nothing else but him. He surrounded her, carrying her within his darkness.
It was gentle and yet still so powerful as Viktor slowly lowered her to the ground.
What she felt first as they landed were his arms around as Viktor cradled her against his chest.
“Kamilla?” he whispered, and for the first time, Kamilla heard his voice tremble. His fingers stroked her face desperately. “Kamilla? Please say something.
Kamilla?”
His arms wrapped around her, holding her against his chest as Viktor rocked her back and forth and no matter how badly she wanted to open her eves and look at him, Kamilla felt powerless to fight the darkness that took her under.
Rogan pushed a hand through his hair, holding it away from his forehead as he spat out blood.
With dark eyes, he looked at the edge of the cliff. A scoff escaped him as his mouth curved and Rogan shook his head, pushing himself off the ground.
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Chapter 143
Viktor had chosen a woman over revenge for his parent’s death. He’d chosen a woman over his Vampire King’s pride.
Rogan chuckled. It didn’t matter. One way or another, Rogan would find the escape he sought. If Viktor wouldn’t kill him, something else eventually would.
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