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I doubted he had changed his mind overnight any more than I had.
Soon enough, he set a plate in front of me. It smelled incredible, and I didn’t hesitate to dig in. I hadn’t had a big, homemade breakfast since…
Well, I wasn’t going to think about the past.
The past was shitty.
We ate in silence, and thankfully, it wasn’t awkward.
I went back to work as soon as I was done, but Zander cleared his throat.
I reluctantly lifted my eyes to him.
“You need blood,” he said, surprising me.
I blinked.
I’d started feeling hungry two days earlier, but he hadn’t brought it up, so I hadn’t either. Usually, he was the one who forced me to drink blood three times a week.
“I’m fine,” I finally said.
His eyes narrowed. “You’re not fine.”
I tucked an escaped curl back into my bun, looking back at my laptop’s screen. “I am, actually.”
“I’m not letting you starve again, Miles. Are you drinking from me, or a blood bag?”
He wasn’t going to budge on that.
And as much as I didn’t want to break into my now-massive blood stash, I wasn’t about to sit on his lap and drink. I couldn’t let myself feed him my lust, after he had refused without so much as considering my perspective about sealing the mate bond.
“Blood bag,” I said, forcing my gaze to remain on the laptop’s screen. “Thanks for breakfast. I’ll do the dishes and thaw the blood out when I’m done with this. I’m skipping yoga today.”
He let out a long breath, but got up.
And took my plate with him.
“I’m doing the dishes,” I reminded him, as he turned the sink on.
He ignored me.
Guess I probably deserved that.
A few minutes later, he silently set two glasses of blood in front of me, then returned to the kitchen.
Reluctantly, I drank them one after another.
After feeding from his veins, bagged blood really didn’t do it for me. It sated my bloodlust, but that was it. There was no pleasure in drinking it.
…Which was the reason I’d chosen that, but still.
It sucked.
When I brought the emptied glasses back to the sink, Zander let me take over filling the dishwasher. He cleaned up the rest of the kitchen, and though his music played in the background, it was still awkward.
I hated that.
But I wasn’t willing to change it. He was the one who had refused to consider my idea, even with his brothers agreeing it was the best option.
