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“He will never put his fucking hands on you again after tonight,” I growl, knowing that my eyes have shifted to crimson, so I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and open them again. “Say the words and I’ll get rid of him; say the words and no one will ever fucking find him again.”
Autumn’s heart is racing, her pulse thudding wildly against my palms. The indecision in her eyes is clear, and I know she wants to tell me one thing, but her conscience says another.
So I make it easier for her… I give her a choice.
“That man does not deserve you or the precious oxygen he breathes, he is a waste of space. You don’t have to decide now. Let’s get you healed, then you can think with a clear head, okay?”
She takes a deep breath, then slowly nods. “Why would you go this far for someone you don’t know?” she asks, echoing my thoughts about her a few weeks ago, and I chuckle.
“You saved my life. Allow me to return the favor,” I say, stroking her chin and listening as her breath hitches in her throat.
I know this feeling isn’t one-sided; I knew it from the moment her heart raced when I kissed her hand. Knew it from the way she blushed when I thanked her for helping me… knew it when I saw the desire clear in her beautiful eyes.
Finding out she belonged to another crushed that little bit of hope, only to find out now that he’s been hurting her all this time. I owe her my life, so I’m going to give her a new one.
While she has indecision about getting rid of that waste of a human, I’ll make sure he never lays a fucking finger on her again. Isn’t drunk driving a leading cause of death, anyway?
AUTUMN
When I woke up this morning, I expected another usual day; I didn’t expect to end it off with Valentine asking me to drink his blood. Then again, I didn’t expect my husband to come here and beat me within an inch of my life either.
It’s been close to two weeks since I last saw Valentine, I actually thought he’d forgotten about me by now.
But then he showed up here at my weakest moment like some vampire knight in shining armor, eyes blazing red, and yet I have never felt safer.
He strokes my cheek, then holds up his wrist to his mouth and pierces a vein.
“Drink; I promise nothing will happen,” he says, holding his wrist out to me, the blood slipping out of two perfectly spaced holes. “Preferably before I heal.”
I blink, then realize what he’s saying and raise his wrist to my mouth. To be honest, I expected to be grossed out by the average iron taste of blood… I did not expect it to taste sweet at all.
Like something similar to cherry wine.
Not only that, but the dull throbbing in my head eases up. I can feel the split in my lip closing and my swollen eye feels less puffy. My broken arm sets in place too, and my bruised ribs no longer ache.
“Wow, that’s amazing,” I murmur, feeling a drop of blood slipping down the side of my mouth. I’m about to swipe it with my tongue when Valentine leans forward and licks it up for me.
His eyes remain on me when he runs his tongue down the side of my mouth and it feels like my entire body is on fire from his gaze alone. Holy heck, what is this man doing to me?
“Better?” he asks as if he didn’t just set my body alight, and I slowly nod.
“Y-yes, thank you. Every ache and pain is gone.” I’ve always heard of vampire blood healing, but never actually experienced it or seen it for myself. Gosh, if we only had this in the human world, it would cure every ailment out there.
Valentine smiles at me, then holds out his hand. “Come, I’ll take you back to the estate so you can rest up, and don’t worry about the clinic. I’ll send someone to clean it up.” He says.
It feels odd to have someone look out for me like this, so I simply nod and murmur a thank you. Lacing his fingers with mine, he leads me out of my clinic, locks up behind me, and walks over to a black SUV parked next to a Harley motorcycle.
“Are both yours?” I ask when he opens the door for me and he nods.
“The SUV belongs to all of us while the Harley is mine,” he explains. “Go on, get in. I’m sure you’re exhausted and hungry.” Now that he mentions it, the last time I ate was just before noon and it’s now late evening.
During the drive to wherever he’s taking me, it doesn’t slip my mind that I’m trusting someone who could easily kill me with no problem at all.
But why do I feel so safe with him? Why do I feel safer with a known killer than in my own home?
“By the way, why were you at the clinic tonight?” I ask when the question suddenly crosses my mind.
He looks over at me, then back at the road before answering. “I couldn’t stay away no matter how much I tried; I just found myself there without thinking.”
