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“Latham!” Cyrus growls.

“I promise I won’t touch her unless she asks, or you do,” he purrs at Cyrus.

“We are not fucking,” Cyrus says, pushing past him and down the stairs.

“We’ll see,” Latham says.

I chuckle at their banter but also worried at the same time.

Addie may not be able to resist his charms. Fuck, even Cyrus and I struggle to keep our heads off him. Latham has always had a thing for us, and this is exactly why I have kept Addie away from the council until now. If Latham wants something, he will get it. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to the man; he looks like a Viking god, and Cyrus and I have always enjoyed fooling around with him.

Chapter 26

• Adeline •

Jolting awake, I peer around before my eyes fall on a man sitting in an armchair across from me.

“Cyrus, your little pet has awoken,” the man says.

I growl at him.

Where the fuck am I? My throat is burning, and I’m ravenous.

“Ah, Cyrus, your little pet looks like she is going to eat me.”

“I’m not a pet. Who are you, and where am I?” I ask, annoyed.

There is something off about this man. He smells funny, not bad, but funny; he smells like burning firewood.

“Don’t know about firewood, but you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to give me wood,” he says, adjusting the front of his pants.

I hear footsteps and look toward the hall before smelling something intoxicatingly good. My vision tinges red, and my eyes snap back to the man sitting across from me. He has no shirt and only has a pair of jeans on.

His long hair is sitting over one of his shoulders before I realize what the smell is; he smiles deviously, his eyes flickering black, even the sclera. I watch his blood trickle down his chest where he has sliced it open near his collarbone, and I can’t tear my eyes away from it. He runs his fingers through his blood, smearing it on his chest before running his index finger down his chest and then popping his finger in his mouth.

“Want some?” he purrs, his eyes flickering oddly.

I lick my lips, my hands digging into the leather couch as sweat runs down the back of my neck.

He rises, coming over to me. My heart pounds, and I don’t even remember moving but I’m now in front of him.

“Want something, pet?” he asks, his hand coated in his blood, reaching toward my face.

A growl leaves my throat, pushing past my lips, and I attack him, lunging at him when arms wrap around my chest, pulling me back, Cyrus’s scent wafting to me. All I can think about is his blood.

“Latham, what the fuck?” Cyrus snaps at him, but the man just chuckles darkly.

“Just playing with my new toy, Cyrus, settle down,” he says, but I am wild, crazed, and want his blood.

My eyes roll into my head as Cyrus turns me to face him. Cyrus’s scent is intoxicating, and I’m on the verge of tearing into anything. I can hear his blood pumping through his veins, hear the beating of his heart.

I need blood. Cyrus argues with whoever that is, yet I can’t get Cyrus’s scent from my nose as he clutches me. I inhale his delicious scent, pressing my face into his neck when he jumps and hisses, yet I can’t let go of him, and he doesn’t let me go, either. So many scents are filling this place, and it’s driving me mad.

I barely feel my fangs slip from my gums before I sink them into his neck. His blood floods into my mouth, so sickly sweet and addictive. A moan escapes my lips, and I can’t stop; I also don’t want to. I sink my fangs into him again, needing more.

Chapter 27

• Eli •