Strange.
“The next time you hurt Wren, or even look at her wrong. I. Will. Kill you.” The threat is clear, and she should count her lucky stars that he’s giving her a warning. I wonder if it’s because he can’t hurt her with who her father is to the king, or if he simply didn’t feel like it.
Something tells me it’s the latter. Unless he has explicit directions not to kill her, he wouldn’t give a shit who she was to anyone.
Well, maybe if Wren asked him not to, but I’m guessing she didn’t.
With that, he drops his hold on her, and she scrambles out the door, looking pale and shaken. I know better than to think this will be enough to stop her; people like her think they're untouchable. She’ll no doubt bounce back worse than before.
She’ll have to learn her lesson the hard way, something I’m sure Felix will have no issue teaching her.
The rest of the class goes back to work, and the hour passes without any other incident. This is the last week for them to work on this assignment, so I get a lot of questions, and before I know it, the class is over. Most of the students file out in a hurry, survival instincts kicking in and telling them to put distance between them and Felix.
“What did you do to her?” I ask, nodding to Wren. Felix doesn’t look up, his attention on Wren as he gently brushes her hair back off her face. This time, it’s impossible to miss the longing in his eyes, something I can relate to, but in a different way.
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit. She hasn’t been sleeping, and you just expect me to believe that you’re what she needed?”
“Maybe she just needed to be wiped out. It’s been a long week. Maybe it finally caught up with her,” Julian says as he walks into the room, Titus shadowing him as always.
The second he walks in and sees his brother, he stops dead, his brows pulling together and his jaw ticking.
“Tell me you didn’t,” he snaps, stalking toward Felix, his eyes blazing, chest heaving.
“What did I miss?” I look to Julian, but he looks as confused as I feel.
Felix holds his gaze, unblinking and unfazed, making no move to deny whatever it is Titus has just accused him of.
“Someone want to fill us in?” Julian asks, a bit of annoyance seeping into his voice after another minute of their silent, staring contest.
He could pop into their minds and get his answer for himself. It’s one of his many gifts, but he doesn’t do it often unless he hasto. I get the feeling he’s getting pretty close now, but that doesn’t help me.
“Felix blood bonded with her.”
“What!?” Julian and I both yell, then cringe when Wren shifts in her sleep.
When she settles again, Julian storms across the room, the only one whomightbe able to take Felix in a fight, but even so, it’s a might.
“Hush, she needs some sleep,” Felix says, glancing between us with a serious look on his face that promises violence should we not heed his words.
When neither of us argues, he continues. “It was an accident.”
He says it as if that explains everything and just makes it okay.
It doesn’t, not even a little bit; if anything, it makes it worse.
“How do you accidentally suck someone’s blood?” I ask before I remember that he and Titus are vampires.
But a blood bond isn’t just drinking someone’s blood, or every vampire would have one, seeing as they need blood to survive.
From my understanding, a blood bond is formed in pieces. The vampire will drink from their partner, no matter the species they are: fae, sorcerer, troll, you name it. And while doing so, the vampire in question must feed their blood back to them. It creates a connection, but the bond isn’t cemented until the partner willingly drinks from the vampire while the vampire's blood is still inside their partner.
It’s a lengthy process, one that must be done 100% right or it won’t work.
Thank the gods for that, because a bond that doesn’t stick is deadly.
Let’s try that again.
