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“And it became quiet for a long time, and I forgot about it. I’m sure many of us did.”
“Then?” he asked.
“Then I remembered there were never any fires.”
“What?” Dominic’s brows pulled together.
“They’d take the bodies to burn, and there were never any fires. Vampires prefer the cold; they don’t like a warm room, and there is nothing in their hearths. If there was a fire, it would be evident. So, the council took these bodies, and they did what with them?”
“I don’t get your point—” he said but cut himself off. “They didn’t want their people to know they consumed them. The ruling class wanted the bodies for themselves. They must be taking our power.” Anger flashed in his eyes. “But what does that have to do with the priestess or my people being killed? The bodies from our war, sure—but they aren’t coming onto the pack lands to kill them. We would know, and they wouldn’t leave the bodies.” He was nearly there. Making the jumps I had.
“Sperm,” I prompted.
“You think they are stealing sperm?”
“Any fluid. I told you they were taking the blood, but would you notice if anything else was gone?”
He didn’t say a word. Not a goddamn word.
“Do you get it?”
Silence.
“Dominic.”
“So they are killing our kind for our blood because they’ve found it’s as good as our flesh, but that still doesn’t explain how. It’s not vampires. We’d smell them if they came on our land.”
“I don’t know how they are doing it, but who else could it be?”
“But there isn’t a ruling class anywhere near us. It has to be someone else who figured it out.” He pulled into himself, deep in thought.
“The secret must be out. What I suspected then and what some knew. I think they all know, and I think you’re going to be hunted.”
“You mean we are being hunted. It’s already happening.” A chill went through him, right through the bond. “And all while none of my kind trusts me because I’m sleeping with one of their enemy.” He turned to look out the window, and the pain took my breath. He hurt everywhere, and I couldn’t even be a comfort because I was the problem.
“They’ll have to see you’re protecting them, that I’m helping.”
He finally turned back toward me. “Maybe.”
More silence. Harsh, painful silence.
And I thought, had I asked him to mark me after he knew this, he wouldn’t have. He wouldn’t have claimed me.
“You’re wrong,” he snapped.
“Am I?”
“There is not a thing on this earth that would have kept me from you any longer. I need you.”
His eyes told me it was the truth, and the bond reaffirmed it. “Me either.”
“And how does the witch play into all of this?” he asked.
“You said the bodies started showing up three years ago?”
“Yes?”
“When did you first go to her?”
