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“Touchy.” Talon smiled, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
“What human?” Zachariah’s voice rose, and my temper snapped.
“She’s not up for discussion!” I snapped, jerking back my power so that time started around us again.
My brothers stared at me like I’d lost my mind, and Zachariah’s forehead puckered.
I sat back in my chair and stared at the goblet of blood. What the fuck had just happened to me? I never lost my temper. Never.
I was the easygoing one. The calm one. The rational one.
I wasn’t…whatever this was.
“Why don’t you take tonight off?” Zachariah suggested in a tone that implied it wasn’t a suggestion.
“Yeah.” I nodded.
“Everything okay?” Ransom asked, glancing over us with confusion.
“Yep,” Talon answered.
“Ajax,” Zachariah commanded my attention.
I turned slightly to look him in the eyes.
“Don’t go there hungry.”
* * *
This was a bad idea,and yet here I was anyway, standing in the corner of Grace’s kitchen as she made spaghetti carbonara for the two of us.
The space was a mix of efficient and feminine, the room painted with bright, warm colors that made it feel more like a home than anywhere I’d ever lived.
“It smells amazing.” I leaned against the counter of her cozy kitchen, having been forbidden to touch anything. Dinner wasn’t the only thing that smelled mouth-watering. Every time Grace leaned into my space, reaching for various spices, I had to bite back a groan and fight to keep my fangs from extending.
“Thank you,” she replied with a smile that simultaneously made my chest ache and my dick hard. “It’s the only thing I’m really good at making, so don’t get used to it.”
“I won’t.” Fuck, did she look good tonight. But she always did. She’d traded her pajama pants for a green sundress that flirted with her thighs as her hips swished back and forth to the rhythm of the music coming through the speakers.
How could someone so in love with life be dying?
I’d tried to heed Zachariah’s advice, but my stomach had rioted the second I’d gotten near the feeders in the Domum. Instead, I’d pretty much plugged my nose and swallowed as much of the bag of O negative as I could handle, which wasn’t nearly enough to constitute a feeding.
Which meant I wasn’t just hungry for the pasta she was happily preparing.
“You seem…restless tonight,” Grace noticed.
“I haven’t moved from this spot since you told me to stay here.” I folded my arms across my chest.
“You can’t blame me for wanting to keep an eye on you. You always end up disappearing on me. And besides, I don’t mean restless like you’re about to go run a mile,” she said, studying me carefully. “There’s just something about you that’s a little different, a little edgy. Your eyes seem darker, and…” She shook her head. “Maybe it’s just me.”
Nope, not her. She was just that observant.
My kind weren’t exactly fun to be around when we needed to feed.
“I’m hungry. Nothing to worry about.” I flashed her a smile.
“Really? That’s all?” She lifted a brow at me.
