Page 35 of Greer's Change

She most definitely is.

Those moans and grunts leave me feeling helpless. I’m doing everything physically possible to rectify her situation, but my system urges me to do more.

Fucking hell.

I’m really going to miss Newton if I have to sacrifice him to save my progeny. And yet, I’ve just decided I will if Seiran fails to follow through. My instincts already view the female siren as mine, and vampires are viciously protective of our things.

“Shh,” I coo when she gasps in her sleep. “I’ve got you. Let me tell you about the night I was turned. It was one of the least pleasant in all my long life. I’ve never been so cold or famished. The middle of winter in the frozen tundra, with nothing around for as far as my puny human eyes could see. Well, nothing outside of ice and snow. I hadn’t eaten in nearly a week…”

My eyes widen as Seiran leads two humans through the open door and into the bedroom. The glazed look in their eyes signals that he used his magic on them.

“They were fucking in the alley behind Chaos,” he says, shoving one of the guys toward the bed. “I wanted to search for someone who looked like they deserved to die, but I was afraid it would take too long.”

“Move the buckets,” I instruct.

Seiran grabs the handles and totes them out into the hall. The humans have already migrated back to one another, shoving their mouths together for a sensual kiss.

“Feel free to continue,” I say, lining my voice with my compulsion. “But come sit on the floor near the bed. All I need access to is one of your wrists.”

They stumble over, and the shorter man pins the taller to the floor, but each offers up a wrist.

Seiran comes back into the room, and I catch the shimmer of his magic through the air as he once again doses them with lust.

“Will she need to kill them to turn?” he asks in barely more than a whisper. “I brought two because I thought maybe you could make sure to only let her take half from each? Like a half-drain instead of a full-dry?” He sighs, swiping a clawed hand over his face. “If she does lose control, I’d rather we keep that to ourselves. She won’t handle it well, Novak.”

“Shut up, please,” I hiss, grabbing the closest hand. It must be the man on bottom, based on the way his arm is turned. The direction will make it easier for her to puncture his veins. “Open her mouth.”

Seiran scurries to the edge of the bed, kneeling next to our human blood bags. He caresses Greer’s cheek, holding her mouth open. The tender brush of his fingers over her cheek wasn’t part of my instructions, but I ignore the uncomfortable tingle in my gut and focus on bringing the man’s wrist to my mouth. Clamping down, I dose him with venom.

Vampire venom secretes first upon our fangs impaling a victim. It increases their euphoria, and, in many cases, their sexual desire. I swallow several small sips of his blood, testing for the tastes that would indicate illness, drugs, or other toxins.

Ahh, AB-, Greer is in for a treat.

There’s nothing of concern, so I dig my fangs in to make sure he’s bleeding severely enough that I won’t have to repeat thisprocess in a few seconds. Vampire saliva can heal a wound, so unless her fangs imbed in his skin, it’s a real possibility.

Sliding my finger over the puncture marks, I pull his wrist from my mouth and move it to hers. She doesn’t react as the human blood pours into her mouth and hopefully down her throat.

The stark realization hits me like a ton of bricks.

Her heart no longer beats at all.

“Drink,” I growl, forcing my compulsion into the command.

Seiran begins to massage her throat while I continue to demand she drink, but nothing happens.

Goddamnit.

Can I give her CPR? Would that even help under the circumstances?

Seiran’s terrified gaze meets mine, and it feels like my heart skips a beat. In all my complaining, never did I once truly consider that this might not work.

He’s one of my oldest friends.

I refuse to fail him.

Not when it’s something so important.

I drop the man’s wrist and position it to drain into her mouth. My hand moves over her heart, giving it a stern pat, while continuing to command that she drink.

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