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At some point, after staying up for days on end, my eyes are too heavy to stay open, and they finally flutter closed.
Chapter 49
Tressa
I blink away after a long sleep. I feel… rested. Very rested. No, not even rested. Energized? Empowered? More than that. Hell, I feel like I could jump off the floor and fly right through the damn ceiling.
I sit myself up and look around. Where am I? I don’t recognize this place. It looks a bit generic. Like a hotel room, maybe.
“Oh,” I gasp. My voice sounds different. Smoother somehow. Is that my voice? But no. Focus. There is a beautiful man sleeping in a chair, head slumped backward. Is he dead? He’s not breathing.
Come to think of it. I’m not breathing. I place a hand on my still chest. My heart is not beating. Why is my heart not beating? Am I dead?
I stand up and cross the room. There is a mirror. I look at my reflection. Have I always looked like this? Pale with piercing blue eyes? I used to have a tan… why does my skin look so dewy? I look good though. I admire myself a few moments longer, studying the image in the mirror.
There is a nagging hunger inside me, growing by the minute. It feels like I have too many hormones in my body, like I might scream with need and want. I look back at the slumbering man. Why does he look so delicious?
Driven forward by sheer animal instincts, I sink to my knees next to him and lower my mouth to his dangling wrist.Then I move my tongue over my teeth. They are sharp. My incisors are longer than I remember.
Without another beat of questioning, I lean down onto him, pressing my lips on the cool flesh, then sink my teeth into him.
He startles at the intrusion, but doesn’t pull away from me, so I grab his wrist, my eyes fluttering closed as I savor the droplets. The taste is incredible, and I groan around my treat.
I’m hardly able to stop myself, but my need to audibly moan with pleasure consumes me and I break away to make a pleasured sound.
“Tressa,” he says the name softly. That’s my name.
Then like a wave, all my memories come rushing back.
“Reign,” I cry, and leap into his lap.
Our mouths crash together into frenzied kisses.
He pulls back from me. “You remember me,” he says, obvious tears in his eyes.
I nod for confirmation. “Of course…” I say as I wipe at my own eyes.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“Incredible. Like I want to keep drinking you. It feels so good to do that,” I admit, half begging for more.
“Then have me,” Reign offers, standing up with me in his arms as if I’m weightless. He carries me to the bed and lays me down.
“I’m okay for now, I think.”
Reign lies beside me, stroking my cool skin. His touch is incredible. “I missed you so much, sweetheart. You’ve been asleep for days. I was so worried…” he admits. There’s a catch in his throat. He seems uncharacteristically nervous and clears his throat.
“I’m okay. I promise. I feel incredible.”
“What do you remember?”
I try to think back to the night he was supposed to change me. I remember showering, then making love with Reign in our bed, but nothing else. I remember worrying about Charlotte, I gasp. “We have a daughter!”
Reign smiles. “Yes.” Then he kisses me. “You’re doing so well. I knew you would, baby.”
“When can I see her?”
“As soon as it’s safe.”
