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Thiswasn’tjust some fling. These were two people who loved one another, and it started an ache inside me, a desire for that, a reminder I’d never experienced it.
He broke the kiss but not before running his fang along my lip. A drop of blood welled and he licked it clean, a heat in his eyes as though that were the best foreplay.
And Rachel? She moaned.
To be wanted like that…
“I missed you too much,” he said, his voice deep and accented. He hadn’t tried to lose the accent as most vampires did, hadn’t seemed to want to acclimate to the world around him.
They laughed and went inside. He never strayed more than a foot or two away, as if he couldn’t stand to be any farther from me. Rachel, for her part, never took her gaze from him.
What would it feel like to really have that?
And how could it have gone the way it had? Suddenly I doubted Olin could have done this, that he’d been part of it at all. It didn’t seem possible.
She made food, and he helped to plate it, to grab items from upper shelves. It was a dance that showed they often made meals together. She ate hers, and he waited, speaking with her, insisting she finish it, as though he’d forgotten humans weren’t cars that needed a specific amount of fuel to function. Still, the care was obvious.
After the meal, he pulled her, me, us?—I couldn’t keep it straight—to the bedroom.
Okay, so experiencing sex through someone else was weird. I felt like some perverted voyeur intruding, but it wasn’t as if I could do anything about it. I felt everything, the way Olin’s lips pressed against my throat, the way his cock stretched me when he slid in deep, the bite of his fangs against my pulse and the draws as he drank deep. Every last touch was mind-blowing and personal in a way that made me as lightheaded as the orgasms he drew from me.
At the end, when he used drops of his blood to seal the fang marks, when I was breathless from the sex, the missing blood and the entire event, we stretched out in her bed in silence.
Thiswas what being with a vampire could be? The ease? The simplicity of it all? It seemed impossible.
The quiet of the moment drifted away, however. Ifeltsomething different, something dark. Not Rachel butme.
Across the room stood a shadow, something so dark it drew in all the light around it. I couldn’t make out what it was, especially because Rachel didn’tseeit.
Olin shifted, an unnatural movement, jerky and harsh and lacking any sense of fluidity. He turned and instead of the eyes he’d had—that softness, that affection—they were entirely black. He had no expression over his features, as though he were empty inside, as though he’d been wiped clean by something else.
Rachel realized at the same moment I did, and that understanding? The ability to look death in the face, toknowshe was doing to die? It shook me to the core, reminded me that no matter hownicesome of these supernaturals could seem, they were only a hair away from being able to be this.
The ripping of his fangs into my throat kept a scream from escaping. Olin’s body was heavy and strong and Rachel had no chance. She couldn’t even budge him, no matter how hard she flailed and shoved.
I wished I could say things went dark, that they faded out like some sex scene in a movie, but instead, it was all too clear. Each time he struck again, each chunk he tore away, I felt it all. Hell, even after Rachel had lost consciousness, Istillexperienced the horror.
And in the corner through it all?
That shadow.
It hadn’t been Olin at all, not really.
The enemy was whatever that shadow was.
When it finally ended, when I came back to my own body, I patted down over me, digging my fingers and nails into my throat to make sure I wasn’t missing pieces.
Hands grabbed me, and it wasn’t until I breathed in that unmistakablyTroyscent that I even remembered he was there at all.
I shivered, trying to force the memories that weren’t mine to carry into the tiniest area of my mind, to lock them away where they couldn’t hurt me.
That shadow had killed Rachel, had forced Olin to do it, and even though I’d stayed out of such things in the past…
I couldn’t anymore.
I was going to find that son of a bitch.
