When it was over, the shadows disappeared, leaving the suit perfectly molded to my body. I couldn’t stop my gaze from returning to the mirror, focusing on the way the suit tightened my ass, and the corset gloriously lifted my boobs. Even the boots adjusted to my calves and feet.
“Okay, fine. I am extremely badass.”
The guys’ chuckles reached me, and I turned to find André holding something too. “If we are going to do this you need to be at your strongest.” Two bags of donor blood were in his hands. “That means feeding.”
A determined breath filled my lungs before I nodded, preparing myself. Until now, I’d only done what André andDariah calledspiceddrinks. That was, aside from drinking from Dante the very first time.
Opening the first one, André slipped a straw through the opening and handed it to me. Without hesitation, I took the first sip, the unexpected, pleasant taste filling my mouth. Smiling at him relieved, I began to drink freely.
Visible relief left my mates too.
It was much different having blood within a drink that concealed its flavor, or in the throes of passion, than drinking it like this. Still, this was part of me.
“Do you need to drink too?”
“No. I prepared last night.” Taking the empty bag from me, André handed me the second one.
I narrowed my eyes at him, receiving a crooked grin. They knew me too well. “What about you?” My attention went to Dante.
“I spent the night in theTwilight. I’m ready for anything.”
“We should change.” Hannes nodded to our mates, and I sat on the bed, enjoying my power drink while they left for their respective rooms.
The only thing I hated about this place, was that it was gigantic. I wished their rooms were right next to mine like again.
Once done, I threw away the empty bag and headed for the bathroom while renewed energy rushed through me. It caused my body to tingle, making me feel invincible. Grabbing one of the hair bands on the vanity, I pulled my hair into a high ponytail. I didn’t want to have to fight with hair in my eyes, so I made sure it was super tight… and then the air suddenly trembled behind me.
Bjørnblinkedinto the room, and horror gripped my being when I glanced at him through the mirror. He wasn’t the Golden Fae, he was the dark side of him, but that was not what made me whirl around, running toward him.
Blood dripped from deep gashes along his black torso, one of his horns was broken, and his arms shook… carrying my unconscious Dad.
Bjørn dropped to his knees, settling my dad on the lush rug before collapsing himself.
“Dante!”I desperately shouted through our shadow link, my hands trembling as I reached both Bjørn and my dad, kneeling before them.
The state of my dad’s body was dangerously close to the memory of Arnoldt’s attack.
“It’s okay, Dad. You are going to be okay,” I cradled his face, tears gathering in my eyes at the sight of him.
Dante appeared in the room, horror capturing his face at the sight.
“I need André!” I screamed, watching him disappear into the darkness. I knew André could feel my pain, I knew he was on his way, but our rooms were so fucking far away here, and Dante couldn’t use his shadows to bring him.
I couldn’t wait anymore. My dad was on the brink of dying.
Wiping the tears off my face, I pulled my sleeve up and sank my fangs into my wrist—my Vampir mate wasn’t the only one with powerful blood here.
Carefully, I lifted my dad’s head to my lap, pressing my bleeding wrist to his mouth. “Drink, please. Drink!” I begged, and then took a dep breath, hardening myself. This wasn’t the time for tears.
Next to me, a strange noise left Bjørn’s chest, he was struggling to breathe.
No! My heart lunged to my throat.
Ripping my other wrist open, I angled myself to reach him. Thankfully, he began to drink the instant the first drop of my blood fell into his mouth.
Dante reappeared then. “He’s almost here!” Still, dread and fear captured his expression when he saw me feeding them both.
“Help Bjørn!” I urged when the door slammed against the wall, André and Hannes rushing toward me.
