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My whole world turns purple in this moment. I want to object. But if I do, I’ll have to pull out of my reality and concentrate on the dream.

And I don’t have the will. I just don’t. I want to fuck this woman. Hard. All night. I want to eat her out, and put my fingers in her mouth, and make her suck me. I want to kiss her whole body. I want to flip her over and pull her hair as I take her from behind.

So that’s what I do.

But I do it all in the purple. The haze flowing around me like an angry mist. A fog that only partially conceals how fucked up I am.

But the purple turns to lavender and that’s when I know he’s here, watching us.

But I don’t care.

The dream is me and him.

They almost always are. I hate him. I hate Paul with a passion. I wish I had never seen him. I wish I had never said yes. I wish I was dead already.

But then, when I look at him, he becomes my whole world and all I can think about is how he will bite his lip and I’ll suck on it while he smiles at me like I’m some plaything that gives him joy.

We are in bed. We almost always are. And we’re naked. Also something we’ve done on occasion. Who am I kidding? Sixty-five times—probably more, since sometimes I feed on him more than annually—is not a small number.

His blood consumes me the same way I consume it.

I don’t even care. I stopped caring a long time ago. This is just my life and even if I could stop drinking him, I don’t think I would.

He feels way too good.

I’m sucking on his wrist and he’s looking down at me like we’re soulmates or something. But then there’s a crack in the dream. Because when he opens his mouth, the words don’t spill out in his voice.

“Take more. Take all you need.”

It’s Syrsee’s.

CHAPTER NINETEEN - PAUL

She can take us both

“What is it, Lucia?” She has knocked on my office door and this alone is enough to annoy me. So I only half-look up from my papers when she props herself seductively against the frame.

“I just got a very interesting call from the North Star.”

I reluctantly meet her gaze. “Well, are you going to spit out what you have to say, or should we play guessing games?”

“Ryet’s there.”

“He is?” My tone immediately switches to something altogether lighter. Lucia does not miss this and she frowns. She has been jealous of Ryet since he was made. Why, I have no idea. It’s not like she and I ever had a thing. She’s a witch. Not even a Black witch at that. She wouldn’t be here if she was. I would’ve bled her dry centuries back.

Hmm. Now that I have a little think about that, I would’ve preferred it to end that way.

“And he brought a woman.”

“Did he?” Well, well, well. Syrsee, you are a little trollop, aren’t you? I had taken her for a prude, but even I am wrong at times. “What time did they arrive?”

“About thirty minutes ago.”

“Thank you, Lucia. Please, leave now.” I’m not mean to her. I’m actually quite polite. I like to be polite when I can. But she has known me long enough to understand that my politeness is just indifference.

So she scowls at me. “Well, what’s he doing there? And who is this woman? I thought you had him on a job?”

“Is any of this your business? No. It’s not. Get out of my office, Lucia. I don’t like to look at you. You’re not as pretty as you used to be.”