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“I’m not even going to ask,” he grunts.

I smile coyly, pointing to the bathroom.

He shakes his head as he steps inside and makes his way to the bathroom. He stops when he reaches me, glancing down at the end table that is now covered in ten different coffee mugs, all filled with blood.

I didn’t want to waste it, so I sucked it off the floor with a turkey baster and put it in the cups for Felix.

The moment Kiza leaves, Felix will get to eat. Because at this point, I’m convinced the issue is his weakened state. Once I can get the blood into him, he’ll be better and he’ll wake up. Then he’ll thank me for all I’ve done because this has been so much work.

Maybe I can convince him to tell me how much of a good girl I’ve been. Yes, that would be really nice. That would make all this worth it.

While I waited for Kiza, I even fed Felix’s cat. Though I don’t believe it’s a cat at all, but an alien that he’s somehow disguising as a cat. The thing is pure evil with his wrinkly skin and big bug eyes. And that sweater. Ugh…

I threw some smelly pieces of ham at it, and all it did was hiss at me, the damn thing. But hey, I tried.

When Kiza is done cleaning up the mess, he comes over to me and points a thick finger in my face.

“No more,” he growls. I use my finger to draw an ex over my heart.

“Promise,” I say, but quickly cross the fingers on my other hand and put them behind my back. Because if my Felix needs to eat, I’ll do whatever I can to feed him.

I just may have to find another way to clean up the mess when I do.

Chapter Eight

Felix

I smell blood again.

Blood and death, stronger and fresher than last time.

And that’s concerning as hell.

Especially since I’m so damn hungry.

My stomach rumbles at the thought, and I know I’m closer to losing the hold I currently have on my behavior. Once I get over the hump of passing out right and left, that’s when it gets bad.

I can tell I’m there.

Teetering right on the edge, a new level of energy starting to wiggle inside just before it rushes to the surface. I can feel it, I’m right on the cusp. As my eyes slowly open, I know the only reason I’m not frothing at the mouth is because of the death I smell.

Blood without a life-source isn’t appealing, and it can make vampires pretty sick if they ingest it.

It’s like food poisoning for us.

I look around the room, searching for any sign of Zia or the woman she brought in before, only to come up empty, and I sigh in relief.

That was too close.

Too close for so many reasons, and even though I absolutely cannot feed from living, breathing humans, I sort of appreciate the gesture.

Which is fucked up, I’m sure.

But Zia was just trying to help me. She didn’t know any better. How could she?

It’s kind of amazing that she knew what I am so quickly, and how to make sure I didn’t die, but there’s no way she could know what feeding from a human would do.

What sort of consequences it would bring.

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