Page 26 of Hell Bites

Zia nods. “I couldn’t let her live, Felix! Not after she saw me trying to feed you. You had to eat, so I did what I needed to.”

“Oh, my god.” Now my pulse is pounding while my breathing picks up. “Oh my god, Zia, you killed her?”

“It’s really not a big deal, okay?”

Oh no.

Oh no.

That is so fucking bad. So bad for a million reasons but the top two on that list are now because Davina will find me in a house with a dead body and then I’ll be toast and that probably means Zia killed whoever owned this house and there could be two dead bodies.

We are so fucked.

And yeah, I guess we’re a we now because not only did she kidnap me, Zia accidentally made me an accessory to murder.

“Felix?”

“We have to get out of here,” I say as I get to my feet and start to pace. “We have to leave, Zia. I can’t be here, not at a crime scene. We have to go. Where’s Roger? We have to pack.”

I frantically dart around the room, my head pounding as my hunger takes a back seat to my panic. I go toward the closet and rummage through it, looking for what? I don’t know, but when I find a suitcase, I yank it out and toss it on the bed next to Zia.

“Felix, what are you going to do with that? We can’t leave here. You have to stay..”

I shake my head and throw a bunch of random shit into the dark blue suitcase. “You don’t understand. This isn’t good. I can’t be here, not if you’ve been killing people here. I—”

“Felix.” Zia says my name firmly, but I barely hear her because I’m seconds from a full-blown panic attack. “Felix.” She’s saying it louder, but I grab the alarm clock from the bedside table and toss it in. “Felix!”

Suddenly, I’m falling, my body cutting through the air backward until I land on the floor with a hard thud. Spots dance across my vision again before the weight on my body registers, and Zia’s pretty face becomes clearer in my line of sight.

“Am I going to have to keep knocking you out? I can tie you up again. Maybe lock you in the bathroom too?”

She plants her elbow on my chest before propping her chin in her hand, and I swallow hard as I look up at her. “No.”

“Good,” Zia says with a smile. “I like you better when you’re awake and talking to me.”

Licking my suddenly dry lips, I take a slow deep breath so I can inhale her scent, but that is a huge mistake.

I feel my pupils dilate, and my fangs start to throb.

“You don’t have to worry about the bodies, Felix,” she says as she relaxes against me. “I took care of them already.”

Goddamn, she smells good.

Good enough to eat.

My eyes drop to the steady pulse in Zia’s neck, watching intently as it bangs out a rhythm so close I can taste it.

“I won’t be able to do that again though, not the way I did before. So I have to try really hard to be good. To be a nice d—Uh, a nice girl.”

I absently nod as Zia keeps talking about dead people and cleanup, my stare locked on her throat, my hands moving by themselves up her thighs. Thighs that are straddling me tightly again, while the rest of her lithe little body is pressed close to mine.

“Felix, are you listening to me?”

“No,” I grunt as she wiggles a bit, my cock stiffening behind my fly in response to the movement. In response to her.

Her brows slam down over her eyes as her heart rate quickens, clearly pissed that I’ve been ignoring her words. “That’s rude.”

She goes to sit up, but I snatch her wrists and pull them to her thighs, holding them tightly so she’s off balance when she tries to move. And the little surprised whimper that escapes her, the way Zia tries to get free, it makes me even harder.

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