Demon swallowed the angel
The sequel to Frost Love.
‘Ki-yansh… ple-ase…’ Siya begged one last time with all her strength before blackness covered her eyes.
Kiyansh was not in his senses to understand anything. All he wanted was her divine blood.
Siya’s body went limp. If Kiyansh’s arm was not around her, she would have fallen.
Conor was healed by then and was back in life. He shouted in panic as he saw the sight in front of him. He charged at Kiyansh and pulled him back with all his strength. ‘Kiyansh, leave her. You will kill her, brother.’
But Kiyansh’s grip was firm on Siya. He didn’t even budge. Conor went to the guard nearby and grabbed a gun from him. He pointed the gun at his brother, but the guard held his arm.
‘What are you doing, Prince? You cannot raise the weapon on your king,’ the guard said.
‘Oh, shut up, and go away if you don’t want a painful death,’ Conor seethed as he shoved him away. He shot a few darts at Kiyansh’s back.
Kiyansh growled at the interruption. The vervain in the darts spread a wave of burning sensation through his spine, and he left Siya.
Siya’s body fell to the ground with a thud.
It took Kiyansh a moment to come out of his frenzied state. He gasped as he took in the sight in front of him. Siya’s pale body lay before him, a gaping wound marred her neck, and a torrent of dark blood streamed down, saturating her once-white t-shirt. ‘No… no… no…’ He shook his head in dismay. He couldn’t control himself. In his life span, he’d never been so careless or so out of control with his thirst. He went on his knees and collected his little life in his arms.
Conor threw the gun away and stepped up to his brother. He pulled out the darts from his back before he regarded Siya.
‘Siya…’ Kiyansh’s voice came out shaky. He pulled her against his chest. She was fading with excessive blood loss. Her heart was struggling to beat, trying to pump the remaining blood to the body.
Feeling panicked, Kiyansh blurted, ‘Start the car, Conor.’ He scooped her off the ground and dashed to the back seat of the car, taking her on his lap.
Without losing a second, Conor sat inside the car and souped up. He tapped on the front screen to make a call. ‘Rajeev, we have an emergency. Kiyansh sucked too much of Siya’s blood. The wound is big. I think she will need blood. Keep everything ready.’ He cut the call and glanced at Siya through the rearview mirror.
Kiyansh tapped on her cheek. ‘Siya, stay with me, come on.’ Her once rosy cheeks and berry-red lips were now colorless. ‘You will be alright.’
Siya fluttered her eyes, but her vision was not clear. She wanted to push him away, but she didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger.
Kiyansh pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. Cupping her nape, he dabbed on her bleeding wound.
Siya’s entire body flinched, and a long wail of pain escaped her mouth.
‘Oh, Siya, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.’ His voice was thick with regret as he applied gentle pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding.
Siya whimpered helplessly. She was falling short on her breaths. She wanted to surrender to death to stop the burning pain in her neck.
‘I know, I know, how much it’s hurting you.’ Kiyansh’s eyes were soft and wet. He couldn’t just imagine the pain her delicate self was going through. To his horror, his hand and handkerchief both immediately soaked in her blood. ‘Damn! Conor, her bleeding is not stopping.’
What the hell have I done? Kiyansh cursed himself. She was mourning and whimpering in his lap. One of her tiny hands was fisted on his shirt. Her chest was heaving, and her breathing was coming in ragged gasps. Her face was ghostly pale. Half of her white t-shirt was turned red. Every passing moment, life was slipping out of her. He was the reason for her misery.
Kiyansh’s own body was suffering due to vervain in his system, but he was not aware of his own pain. His dead heart was crying for Siya.
Suddenly Siya’s breath hitched, and Kiyansh felt her heart was fagging. He cupped her cheeks in haste. ‘Siya, please, please, stay with me. C’mon, girl, you cannot leave me like this,’ he begged, his voice shaking with fear.
‘She is fainting, Conor, faster…’
His baby girl was hanging between life and death.
The room was thick with tension as Rajeev meticulously stitched Siya’s wound. Fiza was by his side, assisting him. Kiyansh stood quietly in the corner. His usually calm heart was thumping against his ribcage. There was a storm in his head, yet he stayed silent, not wanting to disturb Rajeev.
Every moment felt like eternity when finally Rajeev finished with her surgery and took a step back, satisfied with his work.
‘How is she?’ Kiyansh asked in a desperate voice.
‘Alive, but critical,’ Rajeev said, removing his gloves. ‘You had dried her completely. Your impact was so strong that it damaged her vessels. Thankfully her neck bones are not broken. But fever can create complications.’
Kiyansh rubbed his temple. Stress was written all over his face.
Rajeev excused himself. Fiza and Conor followed him, leaving Kiyansh alone with Siya. He approached her bedside. She lay deeply unconscious, the effects of the anesthesia heavy upon her. His gaze fell instantly to her neck, swathed in bandages. She looked frail, utterly drained. He sank into the chair beside her, studying her peaceful, childlike face. Gently, he took her thin, cool hand, his thumb stroking her skin. Only the faint pulse beneath his fingers offered proof of her life. A wave of profound regret washed over him. The first time he rued his action. He had lost everything. He had lost Siya’s trust and love. He had lost his angel. His baby girl. His mate. ‘I’m sorry, Siya. Today I accept I am truly, completely, deeply in love with you. But now it is too late to confess.’
‘It has been three days. Why is she not getting up?’ Kiyansh asked, fretting about her lifeless state. She looked gaunt, her face had lost its bloom. She had tubes in her every hole for all her needs. Her fever had broken after two days and the wound on neck was healing perfectly, but still she didn’t open her eyes. Kiyansh never left her side. He always talked to her, fondled her, and asked for her forgiveness again and again.
‘Her brain has shut itself from the emotional trauma to protect her from any serious damage,’ Rajeev explained.
Kiyansh looked away. Of course, she must be in trauma. She loved him and trusted him blindly. And it all broke in a moment when she saw him in a monster form who hurt her and wanted to kill her. It was not like some normal breakup. He sucked the life out of her, and she felt all of it.
‘Yeah, she is so sensitive. She was so serious for Kiyansh, but then,’ Conor sighed and looked at his brother. ‘What about you? How are you feeling? Is your curse gone?’
Kiyansh closed his eyes and shook his head. ‘I should have listened to you,’ he accepted with a heavy heart. Conor and Mehak had warned him. But he wanted to get rid of the curse for his people’s sake without binding Siya with him. His man, Ravi, had clearly told him that the curse would be used against his people. But he couldn’t control his thirst, and now both Siya and his people were in danger.
