“I think that’s from the blood too.”
“So I can’t have anymore?” She’s looking at me with sad eyes.
“Do youwantmore?”
I get a one-shoulder shrug and a tilt of her head. Meaning yes, but this is yet another thing that she doesn’t want to admit.
“I think we should hold off. I won’t drink you, either. Not until the craving comes back.” I smile at her, reaching for her hand. “Sound fair?”
She nods, but I can tell she’s still feeling confused.
“Come on.” I tug her back into the bedroom. “You can wash my new wings.” When I look over my shoulder I catch her sighing. And when her eyes meet mine, they are filled with doubts.
There is a crushing feeling in my chest. A feeling of loss. Because something has gone wrong here.
Something has gone terribly wrong.
