Chuckling and shaking her head, Luna steps aside and makes a sweeping motion as if she is shooing me out of the room.
“Something humans get called ‘low blood sugar.’I thought it was apt.She’s sweet, and you live for blood.Plus, you’re a low-down dirty bastard for sneaking out like that, Hunter.Don’t do it again.”
I get to the door double-quick, eager to leave the scene of the brawl behind me.
Luna gets in one last parting shot.“You might want to change your clothes first, Theron Rabane’s son.”
Slithering down the tunnel that connects to the clubhouse, I emerge into the pitch-black waiting for me at the exit.We have ablution facilities in here so that the clubhouse can pass as normal.
Pulling the brass chain hanging from the overhead light, I stare at my reflection.Under the glamourous façade of my face is a shadow.There lies the monster.
I wish I could do the right thing here and leave Aila alone.But I am that beast who will rip her clothes off her at the first chance I get.I will feast on her soft flesh as I fuck her, licking the essence of her purity.And I cannot stay away from her.I am already addicted.I was from the start.
Shit.My leather jacket is ripped like paper.Going to the cardboard box in the corner, I find myself another t-shirt and rip the cellophane off with my teeth.
Midnight Son.Check.
The logo of a mountain and the round white sphere rising over it.Double check.
Time to dine.
The breakfast room glows under the artificial lighting.All the shutters are closed and locked, and the red and white gingham drapes add an extra layer of protection.
Why does it feel so good when I see her sitting at a table for two waiting for me?
Standing up, Aila runs towards me but stops short of flinging herself into my arms.We smile at each other nervously, thinking about what we were doing before our breakfast room reunion.
“Sorry I left you all alone in the forest, Theron.I didn’t know what else to do.You aresoheavy!”
And just like that, the ice between us is broken.
Taking Aila’s hand, I pull out her chair and push it in when she is comfortable.Sitting opposite her, I smell the strong coffee in her cup.Two… three sugars.No cream.Sweet.
“Low blood sugar.”Oh, great.I’m really going to win her over with my witty fucking repartee.My hand clenches as I fight back the need to impress her.Fortunately, Aila doesn’t seem to notice.
“I had to search all over the inn before I found someone to help us.Fortunately, Luna was already puttering around in the apiary, and she heard me calling for someone to come help.She managed to catch Shadow just before he headed out on patrol.I didn’t realize you were actually law enforcement around here.I thought Monty Hubble was joking about that.”
Nice catch, Luna and Shadow.I owe you big time.
“Thank you for…” Again, the words stick in my throat.I haven’t felt the need to be polite or watch my manners for many years.
Fuck it.
Leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms, I assess the expression on Aila’s face.
“Let’s both agree that I am grateful, Aila.”
She gives a brief smile and pushes her chair back.“Can I get you anything?”She points to the continental breakfast set out on the sideboard.
Luna and Shadow agreed that the best way to offer breakfast to the guests was to turn it into a buffet.Everything is in single-serve sachets so that no one gets curious about our strict self-service policy during the day.
I parrot the modern phrase Luna taught me.“Nah, I’m good.Low blood sugar, you know how it is.”
That stops Aila in her tracks.“Yes, I do know how it is.That’s why I offered to get you something.”
Struggling to stifle my grunt of frustration, I fall back on the excuse of being a biker.My chair scrapes as I push away from the table.“I’m-a go grab a beer, actually.Breakfast of champions.”
Stalking out of the room, I vent my bad mood by thumping the cellar wall before fetching a bottle of fluids.The sound echoes in the empty space.
