Cynthia's Point of View
Zander's voice jolted me awake from my deep slumber, and I quickly sat up in bed, my heart pounding in my chest. I was unsure of what was happening, but my heart had started racing suddenly.
"Cynthia, get ready quickly. We're leaving right now," Zander said, prompting me to sit up on the bed.
"Zander, what's going on?" I inquired as I hurriedly got off the bed and began putting on my shoes.
"Stop asking so many questions and get ready. We need to leave as soon as possible," Zander replied, his tone as inscrutable as ever, not giving me a chance to finish what I was doing. Zander took my hand, and we both vanished into a dark smoke that surrounded us. The darkness was so thick that I couldn't see anything at all. After a few minutes, the darkness lifted, and we found ourselves in a small wooden house, similar to the one we had been in before but with only one room.
I looked up and locked eyes with Zander, his arm around my waist and our bodies close together. My heart raced at our proximity. His eyes held no emotion, making him seem like a man devoid of feelings but I found myself drawn to him, like some chains were pulling me to him no matter how much I wanted to escape from him.
"Zander, please tell me the truth. What is going on? Why are we here, and why didn't you go to save your family? Are you really trying to protect me, or do you have another agenda?" I inquired, determined not to miss the opportunity in front of me. I held his gaze, refusing to look away.
"I do have another agenda," Zander replied, his voice husky, causing me to swallow hard and my breath to quicken.
"What is your agenda?" I managed to ask, my heart pounding in my chest.
Zander reached out with his long, elegant finger to my lips, tracing their outline with his fingertips as he looked into my eyes. A rush of desire pulsed through my veins, and I swallowed hard.
"I want to make you mine," he declared, his voice deep and even huskier. "You have become the light that fills my darkness, and my sole purpose is to make you mine. That's why I'm going against everyone, all for you."
His words sent warmth through my entire body, and my heart raced even faster, a shiver running down my spine. "But Zander, not long ago, you wanted to kill me, to turn me into a vampire. What game are you playing with me?" I questioned, trying to keep my emotions in check.
"From the moment I laid eyes on you, I felt a fire burning in my heart, a flame that ignites every time I see you. It compels me to touch you, to hold you close, to be near you," Zander confessed, his tone deepening, making me swallow hard.
"Cynthia, don't believe his words. He is the reason for your demise. If you trust him, you will meet your end," my mother's voice echoed in my mind. But as I gazed into Zander's eyes, I lost control of my thoughts, emotions, and senses. He cupped my face, and our lips met in a passionate yet gentle kiss. Raw, wild passion flowed between us as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, running my fingers through his hair, and he drew me closer, kissing me as if his life depended on it.
"You're making a grave mistake, Cynthia. You'll regret this for the rest of your life," my mother's warning reverberated in my ears, but I was lost in a moment of pure passion.
His kisses trailed down to my throat, eliciting a moan from my lips. I knew I shouldn't let things go any further; I had to heed my mom's advice. I shouldn't trust Zander, not at all, but I couldn't deny the way he was making me feel. With all my strength, I pushed him away, and he gazed at me, his eyes filled with nothing but lust and desire.
"This isn't right," I stammered, trying to avoid his gaze. Not long ago, he had been distant and now he was telling me he wanted me to be his. It was impossible. I couldn't be foolish and let him touch me, only to break my heart later.
"Don't you trust me?" Zander asked, a flush in his eyes that I couldn't quite decipher. I gulped.
"You haven't given me a reason to trust you. You're unpredictable. Sometimes you're cold, sometimes you act like you hate me, and other times you act like you want to save me. I don't know how you truly feel about me," I said honestly. I couldn't fall for his words or his charm. No matter what, my mother had never lied to me.
"This is how I feel about you," Zander whispered, his voice husky. He leaned in closer, capturing my lips once more, and I couldn't help but moan in response to his intense kisses.
"Z-Zander," I moaned as he kissed away all the doubts in my mind. His kisses were cold yet inviting. His lips trailed down to my neck, and I could feel his fangs yearning for my throat, craving the taste of my soft flesh and warm blood. A shiver ran down my spine as I moaned in pleasure.
"Let me make you mine. I will never hurt you," Zander whispered against my neck, his fangs still grazing my bare skin.
"Cynthia, snap out of it. I'm warning you, this man will destroy you," I heard my mother's voice echoing in my head. I was torn between the new feelings I was experiencing and my mother's caution. A wave of lust washed over me, and I found myself unable to resist him, no matter how much I wanted to. I didn't know how we had reached this point, but I was too powerless to resist.