Yeah, he might not technically be human, at least not fully, but… was that the most important thing? He was kind. Andfunny. He listened to me ramble on about bad rom-coms. And he made me feel safe.
I shook my head, gathered up his ruined coat, and headed back to my couch.
My head was fucking spinning from everything that’d happened, but at least I didn’t feel as unsettled anymore. I had answers. Yes, answers that’d take me a while to work through, but that was infinitely better than thinking I was going insane.
I let out a yawn.
Holy shit.
Freaking out for hours was really draining. Who knew?
Maybe I should do the same as Eric and take a quick nap. After I messaged Bennie, that was. I didn’t need to have another sunburned vampire on my doorstep.
A—my bathroom wasn’t big enough, and B—I didn’t have more blood to hand out.
Wait. Was Bennie a vampire? Probably, right?
Oh, hey, another question to ask.
Later.
After a nice… long… nap.
Chapter 24
Eric
Why was I lying on a bathroom floor all twisted up like a fucking pretzel?
It only took a second for my senses to kick in. There was someone in the room next door. A human. Nope, not just any human. Finn. My mate.
I smiled as I inhaled deeply. His scent was everywhere, surrounding me just like the blanket that was wrapped around me. It was his blanket, the one he usually kept on his couch. His scent had seeped into the soft, slightly worn-out fabric.
I couldn’t help but smile.
Even after everything that’d happened today—him finding out I was a vampire, running away from me and ignoring my calls—he’d still made sure I was comfortable. More than that, he’d taken care of me, taken care of my injuries. Hell, he’d beenmadwhen I’d declined to drink his blood.
Ohh, I’d wanted to. I’d desperately wanted to. Nothing was as delicious and as satisfying as his blood. But I’d still had the acidic taste of his fear in my mouth, and his apartment reeked of despair and anger.
It just… hadn’t felt right.
I took another deep breath.
The fear and anger were fading. Which was good.
I moved my fingers, one by one, and smiled as I realized they didn’t hurt anymore. Okay. Good. They’d healed. Which meant I’d slept for quite some time, a couple of hours at least.
So, I should be good to head outside, right?
I got up from the floor, listening for Finn, but the only things I heard were his slow and steady heartbeat and his even breaths. He was sleeping. Good. I hadn’t liked the way he’d looked when I’d arrived. His hair had stuck up in every direction, his eyes red from crying, face all blotchy and pale.
Seeing him like that had hurt far more than my hands ever could.
BecauseI’dput him in that situation. BecauseIhadn’t been honest with him. I hadn’t technically lied to him—our stupid bond wouldn’t have let me—but I’d so carefully danced around the topic that it must’ve felt like lies to him.
Never again.
I rubbed the spot over my heart and shook my head.
