Page 51 of Bound By Blood

“I’m the enemy.”

“You’re not my enemy,” she said, biting back her anger. She glanced at the patch of blue visible through the hole in the roof. When the sun was overhead … She refused to think of what would happen then. Instead, she grabbed hold of the chain that bound his ankle and pulled with all her might.

Nothing happened.

She tried again, frowning as the silver grew warm in her hands, and then began to burn. Silver had never burned her before.

Ignoring the pain, she tugged on the chain again and yet again, but to no avail.

“Katy, stop,” Zack said. “Your hands …”

“I don’t care. I have to get you out of here.”

“Stop.” He took her hands in his. Her palms were red and blistering. “I think your father has infused some vampire mojo in the silver.”

With a sigh, Kaitlyn sat beside him, her legs stretched out in front of her, her thigh brushing his. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t think he’d do anything like this. What will happen when the sun is overhead? Will you …?”

“Burst into flame? No. Only the dead do that.”

“But it will burn you, won’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go get some towels and blankets to cover you with. And an umbrella, if I can find one. And something to drink …”

“A-negative, if you’ve got it,” he said with a tight smile.

“This is no time for jokes.”

He caught her by the hand. “Stay, Katy.”

“But …”

“Just for a little while.”

She sank back down beside him, her gaze searching his face. “Do you need to feed?”

“Are you offering?”

She nodded.

Zack swore softly. It was one thing to take a taste while they were snuggling together, another to feed off of her, as if she was no more than prey. And yet, he could feel the heat of the rising sun, knew it would leech his strength as it seared his flesh.

Kaitlyn brushed the hair away from her neck and tilted her head to the side. “You need it, Zack. Just do it.”

He slid his arm around her shoulders and kissed her, his lips moving over hers, trailing kisses over her cheek, down the side of her neck, back up to the soft tender place beneath her ear. He didn’t want to feed off her, but the change in her breathing, the sudden thundering of her heartbeat, wiped away all thought of resisting. She moaned softly as his fangs pierced her flesh, not a sound of pain, but of pleasure.

Her blood was warm and sweet and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed to pull back. To let her go.

She smiled at him.

“Katy. Dammit …”

She pressed her fingertips to his lips. “Don’t.”

“It isn’t right.”

“Stop it. If I needed blood, you’d give me yours, wouldn’t you?”

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