Maverick
The pull of being fated will fade in a week or so
The possessiveness probably won’t fade with it, but I might get slightly more reasonable
“Dammit,” I muttered, as she lowered the phone.
“Let’s assume he’s not going anywhere in the near future,” she said.
“If we really need more bagged blood, the easiest way to get it is for me to seduce him into biting me again, so he doesn’t wantmeto bitehim.”
“He doesn’t want a completed mate bond?” Harper checked.
“I don’t think so.”
“That’s good for us.”
“Surely we can come up with a better idea than me seducing him, though. My seduction skills are less than zero.”
She grimaced. “He’d probably wipe the floor with you if you tried to seduce him. The man is charming. There’s no way around it. He fucking winked at me.”
“He’d probably turn my seduction attempt around and seduceme.”
“You’d totally bite him.”
“Multiple times. After which I’d be addicted to his gloriously sweet blood.”
“It smells that good to you?” she was curious.
“You have no idea. I wouldbathein it.”
Harper made a face. “Disgusting.”
“I know. We’ll keep brainstorming. We have time.”
She nodded.
Her expression changed, a little, and I knew where her mind had gone without asking.
We didn’t have time.
“Don’t,” I warned, speaking to myself as much as her.
“We need to talk about it, Bloom.”
“We don’t.”
“Yeah, we do.” She lifted her gaze, her smile sad. “We need to figure out how long I have before I start to devolve.”
“You’re not going to devolve.”
“I’m a turned vampire, and I already killed someone. Steven was an asshole, but he didn’t deserve what I did to him.”
“Don’t say that.” I set my food down, nausea churning my stomach.
She was right. We both knew it. I just couldn’t accept it.
“It’s true. We need a plan,” Harper said.
