“Yes.”
“Those odds aren’t—” I vomited again.
And again.
Everything was spinning more. Sutton was holding me up completely.
The door to my office crashed open.
Vanilla filled my lungs.
Someone was snarling. Maybe more than one someone.And that was Harper’s voice, yelling something.
A pair of massive arms engulfed me.
“You are going to be fine,” Maverick said, his forehead against my temple. “Youwill notdie, Bloom. I won’t allow it.”
I choked out a laugh. It didn’t sound like one.
Then I vomited.
Again.
And again.
Vaguely, I could tell that Maverick was carrying me, and a new trash can that still rested on my lap. I was pretty sure he was moving quickly. I thought I heard Harper a few more times, too.
The sun hit me for a moment.
The air changed afterward. I inhaled more vanilla. Cinnamon, too.
The sun disappeared.
The scents changed a little.
A door closed while I vomited.
My knees kissed cold tile.
Strong, ink-covered arms were around my waist, holding my full weight to keep me upright as the contents of my body slowly and miserably made their way out.
Eventually, I was gagging and retching, and there was nothing left.
My body trembled lightly. My eyes were closed. I wasn’t sure I could open them again.
“She needs to bite younow,” a woman’s voice commanded. It sounded distant, as if there were something separating us.
Or maybe I was just... fading.
A wrist met my mouth, and a massive, gentle hand pulled my head down until my fangs were buried in vanilla and cinnamon andbliss.
I drank.
And drank.
And drank.
And drank.
