“You love it. So stop denying it.”
“It’s not natural for us to be together, Sam.” She sounded sad and worried all of a sudden.
I pinched her chin. “Stop analyzing shit,” I said, although I couldn’t disagree with her.
“My family isn’t going to accept you and me.”
“I don’t give a fuck about your family. Do you?” She gave me the impression she didn’t but seemed to be looking for an excuse not to accept what was happening between us. I trailed my fangs over to her carotid artery. “Well, do you?”
She angled her neck, giving me access.
“What the heck are you doing?” Rianne screeched, sounding like nails on a chalkboard.
I didn’t wince often, but Rianne was getting on my last nerve. “Don’t make me compel you again.”
She puffed out her average-size tits. “I dare you.”
“Rianne,” Layla warned.
She skirted the bed to stand on the other side, folding her arms, almost pouting. “I’m not putting up with his shit. And I don’t like this. You can’t drink his blood. You heard Webb. It’s life-threatening. I’m not going to lose another sister.”
Layla grabbed her hand. “I’ll be fine. I’m doing this for Jordyn.”
Rianne pursed her thick lips, her brown eyes narrowing. “Let’s get out of here. Let’s join the search.”
“We will once I can locate Roman or Jordyn,” Layla said through gritted teeth. “It shouldn’t take long. The last vision I had came immediately, and that was after I walked out of the elevator.”
“You didn’t have any after we f—”
“No, Sam!” Layla blurted out.
Rianne gave me a disgusted snarl. “I’m out of here.” She stormed off.
“I should go after her,” Layla said. “She can be quite the hothead when she doesn’t get her way.” She started to swing her legs over the bed when Dr. Vieira strutted in, frustration emanating from him.
I guessed he’d lost the argument.
He settled alongside me with his lips mashed into a thin line. “Layla, I want to prepare you for what could go wrong in this process. Humans cannot tolerate ingesting human blood, let alone vampire blood.” He pinned soft brown eyes on Layla. “But more than that, the Mason blood has a powerful kick that could have some deadly side effects.”
Layla swung her pensive gaze to me then back to Doc. “Is there a cutoff amount that would put me in danger? I don’t think I need a lot. And whether I get sick or not, or die or not, I have to do this. I won’t be able to live with myself if something happens to Jordyn.”
Dr. Vieira was about to speak when Layla’s phone rang. She paled as she lifted it off her lap. “I think it’s Roman.” Her pulse increased. “It’s not time for him to call.”
The phone kept ringing.
She blew out a breath. “Hello.”
“Layla,” Roman said. “I’m disappointed in you.”
Doc and I had no problem hearing him.
She locked eyes with me. “What are you talking about?”
Telepathically, I said to Doc,Can you get Tripp or Webb?
He rushed out of the room, and Webb came in a flash.
“You gave me up to Mason. You told him what I wanted.”
