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I watch him disappear into the house, feeling a sense of frustration gnawing at me.

Should I go to the restaurant or just head home?

I’m torn, unsure of what to do next.

Chapter 17

Selene

Islam the car door shut, the anger pulsing through me like a raging fire. I tear into the last blood bag, draining it in record time as I speed down the empty streets towards home.

Thankfully, Annie isn’t here. She’s been picking up more shifts at the hospital lately, which suits me just fine. I need the solitude right now.

But even in the quiet confines of my own home, I can still smell him on me. Liam’s scent lingers, tantalizing and maddening all at once. It makes my mouth water, my fangs itching to sink into his flesh.

I try to push the thought aside as I settle into my research. I need a distraction, something to occupy my mind and keep me from dwelling on him.

I delve into the depths of the Internet, scouring for information on the Night family. Liam, in particular, piques my interest. I learn that he’s the firstborn son of Gabriel Night, with siblings named Layla, Grayson, and Colt.

There isn’t much information on Colt, but Layla catches my attention. She’s the one who took over Night Corp, the family company. The name sends a shiver down my spine, reminding me of my own father’s company and how much he loathed Gabriel.

But it’s the mention of Grayson that truly intrigues me. I realize that I never knew Liam or Grayson because my family moved away from town after my father’s death. Levi, my brother, sold our father’s company and whisked us away, ensuring that our paths never crossed.

The realization leaves me feeling strangely hollow. It’s as if a piece of my past has been erased, replaced by a void I can’t quite fill. And yet, despite everything, I can’t shake the yearning I feel for Liam, for his blood, for his touch.

I shake my head, trying to clear away the conflicting emotions swirling inside me. But deep down, I know that he’s under my skin now, and there’s no escaping the pull he has on me.

I decide that the first thing I need to do is take a shower and rid myself of his scent.

I walk to the small bathroom in my room and begin to undress. I picked the most comfortable clothes in my closet, but deep inside, I wish I had chosen something different.

Sexier maybe?

Is it the blood manifesting as horniness?

I strip off my clothes, and I am surprised when I notice that my panties are wet.

Fucking hell!

I toss them in my laundry basket and step into my shower. The cold water pelts over my skin.

I let my hair down, letting the water soak me through. Then I pick up my lavender body wash, pour a generous amount, and begin rubbing it into my skin.

My thoughts immediately go to the muscular hand that had been pressing on my throat just a few hours ago.

I feel more wetness between my legs.

I am…I am weirdly attracted to the man who tried to kill me.

My nipples are tight as I run my hands over my throat and down my chest.

Fuck!

I wish these were his hands and not mine.

I shake my head, trying to push the thought away.

Then unbidden, it comes back, my core clenching at nothing.

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