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Blood.
Her gaze rose to Jude’s throat. To the pulse that throbbed beneath the skin. Fresh blood would be better. So much better.
His brow furrowed. “Why you looking at me like I’m your meal, hunter? Stay in control, you got me? Stay in?—”
She shoved her hand against her mouth. The hunger was so intense she nearly doubled over. A vampire. Just like those bastards who’d slaughtered her family. No. Never this. Never. “Stay away from me,” she growled and didn’t look at him. Couldn’t, because he tempted her too much.
“You have to drink more,” Pak ordered, voice smooth as silk. Calm, steady Pak. Acting as if nothing were wrong. As if her world hadn’t just gone to hell thanks to a sexy, lying vampire who’d set her up from the beginning. “The first hunger can be too strong for some. I can’t allow you to attack anyone, Dee. You have to drink.”
She threw out her hand. Another mug was pushed against her fingers. She lifted the cup and guzzled the blood. Keep. It. Down.
I’m drinking blood. Nausea rolled inside her, the human remnants fighting what she’d become.
Empty. She pushed the mug back at Pak. It was refilled almost instantly.
She swallowed the dark liquid. Keep. It. Down.
Again.
Again.
Dee drank and closed her eyes. Her cheeks were wet, but she didn’t care. She’d never cried in front of the other hunters. Never cried, period. But this was different. This was hell.
Her teeth ached. Her stomach knotted. She still drank. Drank until the vicious need pounding through her body eased, until she could breathe without wanting to sink her teeth into Jude’s throat.
Until the monster inside had quieted.
“No more.” Pak took the cup from her. Dee swiped the back of her hand over her cheeks. Stupid tears—what good would crying do her? She glanced at her hands, frowning. Wait, was that blood? She’d cried tears of blood?
Dee’s chin came up. “Where’s Zane?” She wasn’t stupid. She hunted vampires for a living. She’d known that a day like this could come, probably would come, sooner or later. She’d hedged her bets to make sure that she wouldn’t turn into one of those killers who preyed on innocents. So many vampires just lost control and killed…killed.
Because the bloodlust could flare so strongly.
Zane was her safety net.
“He’s with the cleanup team on Bymore.”
She’d been on Bymore, right before the attack. “Ian?”
“Bastard’s dead, and so is some cop, a female who’d been working vice.”
The bitch who’d stabbed her. And she’d been one of Tony’s cops?
“The place is a fucking mess. There’s blood everywhere. Dead vamps are torn apart?—”
“What?” With the hunger slaked, she could think better. “Did Night Watch get there to?—”
“Not our kills.” Pak crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at her. “We found the bodies like that and thought maybe you’d managed to take some of the bastards out.”
She shook her head. “No, no, the cop stabbed me. I was down for the count.” Should have been, anyway.
You won’t touch her. Dee could still hear the rage in Simon’s voice. “He brought me here?” Dumped her. He’d changed her, then dumped her.
She swallowed, aware that the knowledge hurt. The jerk still had the power to hurt her.
Dumped me like garbage. Why?
Because he knew she’d be coming after his ass.
