A cold one.Ice cold. Because all I want is to sink into her again. And not just with my fangs.
I haven’t felt this alive in centuries. Not even before I was locked away.
I don’t know what the hell it means, but everything just feels…different now. Different than it ever has before.
It must be the human’s magic flowing through my body.
I mutter a curse under my breath, grabbing the edge of her kitchen counter. If I don’t hold onto something, I might give in.
And then who knows what the hell I’ll do.
I need more.
But I can’t.
Iwon’t.
Not when I can’t shake the bad feeling that I’m the reason she slept so soundly.
I don’t think it was just the blood I took.
No.
I think I took her magic.
And I didn’t do it on purpose. That’s the scary part.
Stealing blood is one thing, but life energy? That’s how you kill someone.
Okay, taking too much blood would do it, too. But both together? That’s a recipe for disaster.
It’s gotta be that damn link all over again, making her magic flow too easily into me.
But now that I’ve tasted her blood, it’s like something has awoken deep inside me. A hunger that won’t go back to sleep.
I can picture it now as clearly as if I’m there in the shower with her.
I want to pin her against the wall and bite her all over again.
I growl, clenching my teeth at the thought. I can practicallytasteher.
And it’s her birthday. I’d make her feel so damn good. I’d give her whatever she wants. If she’d let me, I’d carry her to the edge of the bathroom counter, spread her legs, and—
What the hell am I thinking?
I’ve gotta get control of these damn thoughts.
I grab a glass, filling it with cold water before chugging it down. Then another, half-tempted to pour the next one over my head.
I can’t think. Couldn’t sleep.
Can’t rest.
Ineedher.
Every second I’m with her, the less I want to leave.
The less I want to be set free.
