"Considering all the vampires in existence are our descendants, yes. And they should listen."
I shoved back from the table. "Okay, that's it. That's the last thing my brain can handle. Did you hear that bang? That was my mind blowing up."
Callum's mouth twitched but he didn't smile. "I understand. I know you need to think about everything, um, after your brain recovers, that is. Try to get some rest for the rest of the night and, if you still want to leave, I'll call Ava to pick you up."
I turned to leave the room.
"Merry."
I looked back at Callum.
"You're the first woman that Marcus has seemed interested in for a very long time. If you can't reciprocate, I understand, but if you can..."
"It's not that simple," I argued.
"I know. Nothing ever is. But it could be worth it."
I left the kitchen then. As I shut the guest room door behind me, I realized that the last bit of my conversation with Callum was a little bit like a middle school "Do you like my friend and will you be his girlfriend" sort of interaction and I had to smile.
Though I didn't think I could sleep, I stretched out on the bed. I shouldn't even consider staying.
If Macgrath was one of the first vampires, he'd be just as strong as Marcus and Callum. Ava didn't strike me as a weakling either. I would be just as safe with them as I was with these two.
But I'd also said no more running. At the time, I had been thinking about Rhiannon, but it fit here as well.
I was drawn to Marcus on a level that was deeper than attraction. It was primal. If I ignored common sense, I wanted to stay exactly where I was. I wanted to be close to him. Close enough to touch.
Callum said Marcus hadn't seemed interested in a woman in a long time and I believed him. I was the same. It had been close to two years since I'd had sex. Almost as long since I'd had any kind of interaction with a man I found attractive.
Was I going to let the past and the strength of my reaction to him make the decision for me?
Or was I going to go with my instincts and stay?
