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Despite the pain, despite my injuries, I couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful body or scent the deliciousness of the blood under her skin. It called to me.

My fangs descended, forcing me to talk around them. “When I wake up, I’ll call for a blood delivery and heal within hours. Don’t worry yourself.”

“You need blood?” She hesitated, but determination flashed in her eyes. “I have blood. You’ve had my blood before. Take it again.”

I took a slow inhale, trying to breathe through the pain. “I can’t.”

“Why not? You had it before.” She sounded hurt.

My eyes were getting heavy as the adrenaline began to seep out of me and the pain settled in. “I’ll need more. I’ll take more. I might hurt you.”

“How do we end this dream? How can you get home?” I heard her ask, but my eyes rolled, and my head fell back.

I had already lost too much blood to heal on my own. I didn’t want to admit it—I couldn’t admit anything as my body shut down to protect itself—but I needed blood. And I wanted her blood like I had never wanted anything before. I wanted to taste sunlight again.

“God,” I heard her mutter. There was a swish of a blade, a hiss of pain, and then the warm, heady scent of her blood hit my senses as she pressed her wound to my lips.

I groaned as a warm drop hit the back of my throat and the powerful taste engulfed me. Instinctively, I bit into her skin. She moaned as my venom entered her system, and I sucked harder, feeling better with every draw.

She fell limp on my chest, and something inside me screamed to stop. With willpower I didn’t know I had, I pulled myself away from her wound and took a moment to gather myself before checking on her.

She was pale, but her eyes were open and staring at me. “Are you all right?” she asked softly.

“You fed me,” I muttered in disbelief, brushing my hands through her hair.

“You saved me.”

“I could have killed you.”

“You didn’t.”

“I hurt you.”

“No—”

I stopped her argument with a sincere whisper. “Thank you.”

No one had ever cared enough to cut themselves and feed and save me. With her blood in my body, healing the wounds marking me, I swore I could also feel it healing scars on my heart.

“You’re—”

I interrupted her, tilting her face upward and placing my lips on hers. I moaned as I embraced the sensation and gave in to what I desired.

Maybe Hedri is right. She could be my soul mate. I’ve never wanted anyone more.

She relaxed against me, opening her mouth and letting our tongues move seductively against each other. My hands roamed over her naked skin, and I cupped her breast. She whimpered. Her hands slid up my chest and paused. Just as our kiss became more heated, she pressed against my chest and pulled away.

Craving more, I didn't immediately see that Clawdia had covered her mouth, touching her lips as tears welled in her eyes.

"Clawdia—"

"Why did we just do that?"

"Let me explain—"

"Why did I do that?" she sobbed. "This is going to kill Zaide."

Then she disappeared.

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