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She meets my eyes but doesn’t speak.
“I appreciate that you wanted to make sure I had something to eat while I was here, but I don’t feed like other vampires because I can't.” Not that I’m going to tell her why yet. Don’t need to reveal everything to mycaptorright away just because I’m ridiculously attracted to her. “I can’t feed from humans directly and even if I did feed from them, I couldn’t do it from a mug like that because the blood would make me sick. It has to come from a direct source.”
Zia nods slowly. “You weren’t rejecting what I brought you.”
“Right.”
“You just don’t drink blood.”
“Correct,” I say as I watch her try to make sense of my vague and bullshit explanation. I have to tread lightly with her, I can tell, but I’m compelled to give her something in the way of a reason.Because I’m more fucked up than I thought.
“And you definitely can’t have the blood from that dead lady because it’ll make you sick?”
“Right. I can’t have the dead lady’s bloo… did you saydeadlady?”
Zia nods. “I couldn’t let her live, Felix! Not after she saw me trying to feed you. You had to eat, so I did what I needed to.”
“Oh, my god.” Nowmypulse is pounding while my breathing picks up. “Oh my god, Zia, youkilledher?”
“It’s really not a big deal, okay?”
Oh no.
Oh no.
That is so fucking bad. So bad for a million reasons but the top two on that list are nowbecause Davina will find me in a house with a dead body and then I’ll be toastandthat probably means Zia killed whoever owned this house and there could be two dead bodies.
We are so fucked.
And yeah, I guess we’re awenow because not only did she kidnap me, Zia accidentally made me an accessory to murder.
“Felix?”
“We have to get out of here,” I say as I get to my feet and start to pace. “We have to leave, Zia. I can’t be here, not at a crime scene. We have to go. Where’s Roger? We have to pack.”
I frantically dart around the room, my head pounding as my hunger takes a back seat to my panic. I go toward the closet and rummage through it, looking for what? I don’t know, but when I find a suitcase, I yank it out and toss it on the bed next to Zia.
“Felix, what are you going to do with that? We can’t leave here. You have to stay..”
I shake my head and throw a bunch of random shit into the dark blue suitcase. “You don’t understand. This isn’t good. I can’t be here, not if you’ve been killing people here. I—”
“Felix.” Zia says my name firmly, but I barely hear her because I’m seconds from a full-blown panic attack. “Felix.” She’s saying it louder, but I grab the alarm clock from the bedside table and toss it in. “Felix!”
Suddenly, I’m falling, my body cutting through the air backward until I land on the floor with a hard thud. Spots dance across my vision again before the weight on my body registers, and Zia’s pretty face becomes clearer in my line of sight.
“Am I going to have to keep knocking you out? I can tie you up again. Maybe lock you in the bathroom too?”
She plants her elbow on my chest before propping her chin in her hand, and I swallow hard as I look up at her. “No.”
“Good,” Zia says with a smile. “I like you better when you’re awake and talking to me.”
Licking my suddenly dry lips, I take a slow deep breath so I can inhale her scent, but that is a huge mistake.
I feel my pupils dilate, and my fangs start to throb.
“You don’t have to worry about the bodies, Felix,” she says as she relaxes against me. “I took care of them already.”
Goddamn, she smells good.
