Gross no. His progeny. I think we’re kind of the same age. She may be older? I don’t know, vampire years are weird.
Violet
Speaking of vampire years…
Me
Nope. Hey Iris, do you know anything about blood replenishing potions?
Iris
I know that they don’t work on slayers. I can have Scarlett drop the potion at your house. You’re being safe right?
I laugh at the text. Does she mean safe sex with my vampire mate? Wait…he does finish. He said that everything is basically in working order as long as he has a steady stream of blood. I close out of that chat and open one with Warin.
Me
I can’t get pregnant right?
He answers super fast, considering he’s supposed to be hunting a slayer and has the president vampire down his neck.
Warin
Unless it’s the second coming of Christ, no.
Me
You said as long as you had a steady stream of blood everything was in working order.
Warin
In the sense I can get hard and direct my blood flow, witch. So no, I can’t get you pregnant, but we can pretend if you want.
Me
You’re insatiable. Speaking of which, Iris is getting me some blood replenishing potion. When things settle, I’ll figure out how to make it on my own.
Warin
Stop talking dirty to me or else I’m going to get in trouble for slacking off.
Me
You’re being safe during the daytime?
Picturing his burned face sends a jolt to my stomach. I never want him to hurt like that again. He promised me that he would be completely safe, covered head to toe like Samantha was. But even so, I worry about him. Sebastian decided since the night hadn’t dug up any results that they would see if maybe the Slayer is only coming out during the day. Which Warin and I both know he isn’t.
Warin
Yes, sunshine, I’m being safe. But now I’m hard over you caring about me.
I laugh and decide to torture him some more by sending a picture of my tits nearly bursting out of my dress. I bite my lip and watch as three little dots appear and disappear as he decides what to type back. I’m like a lunatic with a grin staring at my phone, waiting for him to respond, that I don’t hear any steps behind me.
I gasp as a sharp object digs into my neck. It isn’t fangs; I know that much as I slowly turn around, my gaze going hazy.
A person covered from head to toe in black clothing stands before me. Two human men on each side of them.
“I hope you enjoyed your last day in the sun, witch,” she says, before everything goes black.
