Zeppelin picked up on the second ring, his voice alert even though Logan knew he’d been asleep. “What’s going on, Logan?”
“Found my mate tonight.” He pulled his shirt away from his neck, thankful he hadn’t lost a pint of blood. From the way Nick had torn away from him, Logan thought he’d need to shift in order to heal.
“Am I congratulating you or sending help?”
That actually made Logan smile. More than once Zeppelin had to send help when a pack member found his mate. Like when Chase had found Jalen, because a vampire had also found Jalen.
Or when Quinn had found Sasha. Two coyotes had thought it would be fun to try and kill the wolf and… Logan didn’t want to think what they would’ve done to Sasha if they’d succeeded.
“Gotta bit of a situation with my mate.”
Zeppelin growled. “It’s three in the morning, Logan. Point. Make it.”
“I want da fuzzy peaches,” Preston, Zeppelin’s mate, mumbled in the background, no doubt dreaming. The human loved fresh fruit, especially from the farmer’s market.
“My mate just found out, in his sleep, he’s a vampire.”
There was an edge to Zeppelin’s voice, not outright cruel but sharp enough to make you feel the danger it carried. Not a good sign. “If this is a prank, you are going to feel my displeasure, painfully.”
A bedroom door opened. Logan glanced up, thinking it was Nick.
“Did you say vampire?” Myron squeaked. The guy had to be part mouse. Logan’s lips parted as he stared incredulously at the roommate. This could not be his life right now.
“I thought your mate had a slumbering revelation already,” Zeppelin said.
“Different guy.” Logan pressed his thumb and index finger into his eyelids, feeling as if he’d only dig himself deeper if he kept talking.
“You have two mates?”
“Only one.” Shut up, Logan. Just shut up.
“I swear to fucking god, if you make me drag this shit out of you…” Zeppelin warned, his voice dangerously low.
“Mack’s in town.” Why did that feel like the safer topic?
Zeppelin cursed.
Maybe it wasn’t safer after all.
“Get your ass home now,” Zeppelin ordered. “Bring your mate. Keep him secure in your room since we have a fae under our goddamn roof.” He hung up.
Fuck. How had Logan forgotten about Newt? Fae blood was ambrosia to vampires. Vaughn would go scorched earth if a single hair on his mate’s head was touched.
Or Nick could multiply if Newt used his magic. Newt’s magic was about as reliable as a broken watch.
“Fuck my life,” Logan murmured, tossing aside his phone.
Chapter Five
Nick stood trembling in the center of his room, his eyes closed, his heartbeat thundering so violently his entire body shook. The copper tang in his mouth… The sticky warmth on his chin… The memory of Logan’s pulse beneath his lips…
He hadn’t actually gone out there and sank sharp teeth into Logan’s neck. Hadn’t felt that first hot rush of blood hit his tongue. Hadn’t nearly torn the man’s throat out when he’d panicked.
“You’re still asleep,” Nick whispered, but the words dissolved into the chaos of his thoughts. “Just a really messed-up dream. Wake up, wake up, wake up.”
His eyes snapped open. The mirror across the room revealed a stranger with crimson smeared across his cheek, blood still clinging to his lips, eyes wild. Nick’s knees buckled. He caught himself on the dresser, his chest heaving, the room spinning.
“This can’t… I can’t… What the fuck is wrong with me?”
