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Mordyn shrugged. “While you’re in the infirmary, you can also figure out what that boy’s deal is. You say he doesn’t taste like anything you know? I’m intrigued.”

That made two of them.

Mikael’s mind wandered back to the moment he’d bitten Collin, to the sweet sensation of warm blood filling his mouth, taking over his senses, taking over his goddamned mind.

He only hoped Collin wasn’t going to hate him for what he’d done.

Chapter Seven

When Collin opened his eyes again, he had no idea where he was or how long he’d been out. The room he found himself in was unfamiliar to him. A strange ceiling greeted him when he looked up, white and sterile, almost like a hospital room, except that it wasn’t as bright.

He blinked, trying to clear his vision. He felt tired and out of breath, as if he’d just run a marathon without any preparation.

Slowly, memories returned to him.

He remembered being at that club, dancing with Zelos. Then, Mikael appearing out of nowhere, leading him outside.

Fuck, Mikael…

The vampire had bitten him and… what had happened after that? Collin tried to recall more details, but it all grew hazy in his mind. He could remember Mikael sucking at his neck and how incredibly good it had felt, but after that… nothing.

Had he passed out?

He must have, because now he was lying on a bed somewhere, hooked up to an IV drip.

Collin swallowed, his throat dry.

Where was he?

More importantly, how long had he been here?

Had his scent blockers worn off yet?

“You’re awake.”

Startled, Collin’s gaze darted to the door that had just opened–and his heart skipped several beats when his eyes found Mikael, standing in the doorway, watching him. He held something in his hand. A bottle of water.

“I thought you might want some when you wake up,” he said softly and walked up to Collin’s bed, placing the bottle within easy reach on the bedside table before sitting down in the chair next to Collin’s head.

“Thank you,” Collin croaked. He wanted a drink, and he wanted an explanation, but first things first, he supposed. Reaching for the bottle of water, he sat up, ignoring the slight dizziness that accompanied the movement.

As he drank, he became aware of the fact that he didn’t feel nearly as weak as he had expected, considering he’d apparently passed out from a lack of blood earlier. His head was still swimming a little, but that might just be due to his nerves rather than anything else. He took another sip before he lowered the bottle and looked at the vampire again. “Where am I?”

“My coven’s infirmary,” Mikael explained. “You got a blood transfusion. How are you feeling? We didn’t know what kind of blood to give you, so you got mage blood.”

Mage blood… was that what was causing the funny spots in his vision? He’d heard mage blood could do that to people, make them see rainbows or hear music. That effect was going to fade, though, right?

Besides, he had bigger problems than that.

Mikael had said this was his coven’s infirmary. As in, a placeinfestedwith vampires.

Oh god. Had anyone realized that he was a mortal?

Before he knew what he was doing, he raised his wrist to his nose and sniffed himself. He didn’t know what exactly he wassmelling for, though. The cologne was definitely still there, but would a vampire’s nose detect something underneath that? He couldn’t say.

Mikael watched him with a curious expression. “The doctor said you might feel a little loopy.”

Great.

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