Page 107 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

My voice cracks as need wars with guilt, which brings up more human emotions towards Edie, tightening the vines that are trying to fucking destroy me. Just like earlier, I savagely cut those feelings off.

“Yes, you fed from Edie,” Viktor acknowledges, “But you didn’t drain her completely. You didn’t change her either. You’re capable of more than you give yourself credit for. You clearly care for her, so allow those human emotions back in. It will help.”

“You don’t understand, Vik. I can’t feel anything for her,” I shout, pushing to my feet as I drag my hand over my face.

“Then you don’t have any other option,” Logan persists, pushing off the wall and striding towards the door. “Turn her or drain her.”

Viktor shakes his head. “Dorian, no.”

I lock eyes with him, his disappointment twisting like a knife in my chest. Then I turn to Logan. “I’ll fix this. I know what needs to be done.” I push myself upright. “As soon as night falls, I’ll make this right.”

When I reach Edie’s house, darkness swallows every window, and the silence tells me she isn’t home. Still, I slip inside the same way I did the night before, searching every room until I find myself back in her bedroom. My eyes settle on the chaos of her unmade bed and I lean in, the scent of our passion conjuring memories of our night together. They slam into me with such intense ferocity that I have to force myself upright instead of freeing my dick, pumping it until it’s dry and spreading my cum all over her sheets like I want to do.

“Get a grip,” I snap.

Pressing my eyes shut, I stand in the middle of Edie’s bedroom fighting every single base, feral need to claim and drain Edie, to fuck and devour her. Her essence still throbs inside my veins, the taste of her blood still lingering on my tongue.

So rich. So flavourful. So fucking addictive.

My eyes fly open as my gaze focuses on a bloom of crimson on her pillow.

I pick it up, burying my nose against it.

“Fuck,” I exclaim, my fangs dropping.

From inside my jacket pocket, my phone vibrates, and I pull it out, thumbing the screen. It’s Viktor.

“She’s not with Elizabeth,” he says, bypassing pleasantries as I chuck the pillow back onto her bed.

“Good. Keep an eye on her.”

“Are you aware that Elizabeth has a child?”

“Yes. Admittedly, it’s a complication. Just keep guard. If you suspect she’s going to leave the house to assist Edie, I need you to intervene.”

“I won’t hurt either of them.”

“I’m not asking you to.”

“Then how do you propose I keep Elizabeth away? She cannot be glamoured, Dorian.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

I don’t bother with goodbye as I end the call and dial Logan immediately.

“She’s here,” he says as soon as he picks up the call.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Stay there until I arrive. If they leave the house, follow them.”

Ending the call, I pocket my phone and climb out of her window. A few minutes later, I’m pulling up at the end of Henrietta’s street. Logan steps out of the shadows and greets me with a nod.

“Keep the engine running. I won’t be long,” I say.

His gaze flicks to Henrietta’s house. “Do you need assistance?”

“No. I’ll deal with this.”

“You’re going to glamour her memories, aren’t you?” he asks, schooling his features, but I know him, he’s conflicted. He’s drawn to Henrietta, just like I’m drawn to Edie. He’s fought the attraction valiantly, and unlike me, he’s kept his distance. But he knows I have the power to erase him from her memory, and that has to sting.