She confesses it as if it is some grave admission. Something she would much rather avoid.
But we both know she can’t. It’s been more than twenty-four hours since her last feed. And even that was modest in comparison to what she usually needs.
Fuck, how did I forget about feeding her?
“I’m not home,” I say, tugging on the root of my hair.
There’s a long pause before she mutters, “Oh.”
Damn it.
She’s more than a little hungry. And she’s doing a shit job of hiding it. I can hear the tension in her voice.
When I don’t say anything for a moment, she adds, “I can wait. I’ll just?—”
“No,” I interject. “I told you I’d keep you fed. I’m going to feed you.”
“Elliot…”
“Princess…”
More silence.
“Where are you?” I ask, once I’m certain she’s through arguing with me.
“Crescent House.”
What the fuck is she doing there without me this close to the moon? Half that house is probably in heat.
“I was looking for you,” she adds, my hesitation giving away my irritation. “I thought you’d be here.”
My gods, this woman.
“I do have a life, you know.Hada life. Before I became your permanent chew toy.”
“Yeah, well, whose fault is that?” she sasses.
Fair enough.
I live in a prison of my own making. A lovely prison. With thick hips and a perfect ass.
“Can you feed from a distance?” I ask, already making my way toward the library.
No one ever goes in there. No one but me and Jeffery, anyway.
“Um, I’m not sure. I’ve never tried.” She pauses, and a tingling sensation settles in my chest as she reaches for me. “I can feel you. But it’s faint. Maybe if I had an anchor.”
“An anchor?”
“Yeah, like a talisman. Something personally significant to you. So I can channel your energy?”
Hmm. The only thing that’s significant to me is already around my neck. The rest of it could disappear tomorrow, and I wouldn’t even flinch.
Well, maybe not everything.
Iris interjects, mistaking my silence for rejection.
“It’s alright,” she says. “Really, I can wait?—”
