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That shit sounded amazing!
And…
I wanted to be strong enough to hold my own against Titus should the need arise. I wasn’t sure when I’d changed my mind about how involved I’d be with the incursions, just that I had. How could I not do everything I could for the made vampires of the cove, Jaxson’s pack, and my maker?
But, after he’d gotten me off last night, Julian needed to make preparations for hosting Titus and his party and had insisted that I needed more sleep.
I’d fought against it, of course, telling him I’d just slept for eight hours, but when he all but tucked me into bed, and I fell asleep almost the second my head touched the pillow, I considered that he might know a bit more about being a vampire than I did.
Shit. That’s what my whole problem was.
Not knowing enough about my own kind.
The plan had always been to get out of my mother’s house ASAP, get a generic business degree, and get some comfy job that didn’t require too much of my time but paid enough that my life was sorted.
Odette had changed all that.
She walked into the bar and I was ready to throw it all away for a taste of whatever she had.
Luckily, she’d demanded I finish out the three semesters I still had left as a condition of my turning. So, technically, I hadn’t abandoned my whole life plan.
But it definitely wasn’t going the way I’d expected.
I chucked the white down comforter off me and hopped out of bed with more spring in my step than usual.
A mind-erasing orgasm will do that to a lady.
After showering and putting on another halter and jean combo, which had now become not just my bartending uniform but also my safecracking uniform, I headed to the kitchen for some food.
Except sitting on a small table right outside my bedroom door was a covered dish and another Starbucks cup on a tray.
I brought the tray to the white desk in my room and went to work demolishing the egg sandwich and fried potatoes. As usual, with every bite I tasted the freshness of each ingredient, but even that sensory delicacy was overshadowed every so often by the urge to down the contents of that cup.
Every time I caught myself reaching for the cup, I stopped myself.
Julian had said my cravings were part of the mate bonding process, and that healer guy didn’t seem concerned about it, but I didn’t want to take any chance of sliding into those old patterns.
I workedhardto get over my bloodlust. I wasn’t going to risk it.
I fished my phone from my back pocket and shot Sunny a quick text.
I need to be careful how much blood I drink. Can you halve my portions please?
Sunny’s reply chimed instantly.Sure thing.
Satisfied I’d handled that part of the problem, I snatched up the gold ombre cup and headed to the bathroom where I poured exactly half down the toilet.
The moment the red liquid swirled in the water, my fangs descended as mouthwatering thirst blazed in me.
I downed the remaining half quickly, and when it was gone, I chucked the plastic cup at the bathroom mirror.
It cracked in two.
And there I was in duplicate, eyes full dark, fangs showing, and thread-like veins across my temples spiderwebbing down the sides of my face and along my neck.
I was a fucking bloodlust-y mess.
But I’d done this before. I could certainly do it again.
