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CHAPTER 6

Lucy

It had been a verylong eight days of being restrained to a bed. I had come to know Henry’s scent almost as well as my master’s. Actually, strike that, I was to call him Marcus now. Everything seemed so strange now. My senses were heightened to an uncomfortable degree.

I heard things that were happening clear throughout the castle. Obviously, the nights were the worst. I could tell stories about the inhabitants that would curl your toes. Viv and Joanie were some of the worst offenders. It was as if the perfect world that I had lived in with Veti and Master never existed.

Now, I was shoved into an alternate reality where I was constantly battling with my body. It seemed to have a mind of its own.

I finally broke down on day three and allowed Joanie and Viv to see me. They entertained me with their stories of how it went when they turned. I was grateful for their compassion and kindness. As well as highly entertained by some of their antics. Joanie and Viv assured me that this would pass. But my building attraction for Henry, would that pass?

I felt the same love in my heart for Marcus, which only served to confuse me even further.

“Here,” Henry shoved another bag of blood toward me.

“Your bedside manner leaves something to be desired,” I grumbled before drinking.

The corner of his lip twitched. “You aren’t anything like I expected you to be.”

I cocked an eyebrow. With the bag of blood still being held to my mouth, I am sure that I looked rather attractive, like a psychopath.

When my fangs rescinded, I asked, “What are you talking about?”

He shrugged.

My eyes couldn’t help but devour the way his muscles rippled beneath his thin t-shirt. His rugged appeal had a wet heat gathering between my thighs. I knew he smelled my arousal by the way his nostrils flared. Thankfully he was too much of a gentleman to comment on it.

That, and it was always there when he was near me. I just couldn’t help it. He affected me in a primal way that I didn’t at all understand.

“What did you expect?” I pushed. “Someone that would do anything she was asked?”

He smiled at this, and I caught a glimpse of those perfect white teeth.

“No, you are definitely not one to do what she is asked. In fact, I would say you are one to go out of her way to be difficult. It’s just not how Marcus described you to me.”

I eyed the great hulking man. “You and Marcus talked about me?”

His tone was indifferent. “We saved you from death. I wanted to know if you were doing alright. And I worried that our sister might not be the best caregiver.”

I felt a flash of injustice for Veti. “She was the best...”

His finger brushed against my lips and the sentence died off.

“She did an amazing job. I was wrong.”

Any fire I had behind the indignation slipped out of me.

“Do you think we could do something besides tying me up?”

Once the words were out, I realized that they had a hint of sexual tension. Or perhaps that was just the real sexual tension that I was feeling in the room. In that moment, I could picture all of the ways that I wanted him to do something to me. Something naughty and altogether sensual—damnit I needed to clear my head.

“I meant!” I cleared my throat. “We can put this bed to better uses than this.”

His eyes widened.

Damn it.

Fuck!

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