Page 48 of A Vow for the Vamp
“That’s what I thought,” the shifter says. “The vampire queen has a blood mate.”
The wolf shifter, her name is Claudia I later learned, confirmed what I’d suspected after grabbing mybest friend by the throat when she joked about killing Teddy.
I need answers. I want to know what to expect, especially since I’m no longer planning to face the sun—a decision that came too easily the moment Teddy’s life was threatened by my sire. But also because Teddy being my blood mate will change everything. He gives me hope that I can love what I am.
I’ve put out a search for the two vampires who’ve experienced the blood mate bond and I’m awaiting their calls. Though it’s an hour before sunrise and since they’re extremely secretive and difficult to track down, it will likely be weeks until I hear from them.
I need to head home so I don’t burn to a crisp under the sun’s rays. Even once inside out of harm’s way, and we stay awake when it’s high in the sky, we become feverish. Our eyes, nose, and ears begin bleeding.
We were not created for the day, and we’re punished when tempting the curse.
Ironic that death by sun is what I wanted just hours ago and now I’m rushing to avoid it.
Claudia says Teddy will sleep until sunset so my bodyguards load him up in the car and bring him back to a guest room in my penthouse. I’m worried about sleeping nextto him. What if he wakes up after being nearly killed by a vampire and sees me and freaks out?
Teddy will also be starving when he wakes, and since I have no food or cookware at my penthouse, I send a text to one of my human assistants asking them to go to the store to pick everything up.
My sleep is restless. I toss and turn and dream about Teddy holding out his bloody hands, his face ashen, and his wavering voice as he said my name. I wake at sunset, not even sure how many hours of sleep I actually got, and head to the guest bedroom to check on him. But panic races through me when he’s not there. I rush out into the living room and hear the clank of dishes in the kitchen.
“Hey! You’re awake!” Teddy’s cheerful voice greets me.
He smiles and gets back to work setting out his breakfast buffet.
“I woke up fucking starving and found all this food in your fridge. Man, I wish you could eat. I made pancakes, French toast, eggs, and sausage. It’s going to taste so fucking good.”
Oatmeal and an array of fresh fruit also crowd the kitchen table. He pours himself a cup of coffee and carries it to his place setting, adding to two other glasses of orange juice and apple juice.
He sits in front of his spread and digs in.
I gawk at him. “How… how are you…”
“Oh, I’m fucking fantastic!”
“No, I mean, how are you up and walking around after being stabbed over twelve hours ago?”
He takes a huge bite of pancake and shrugs. “No idea. I just know, I feel great. Kinda how I felt last night right after I licked your tears. My body is electrified almost. I can see clearer, this food?”
He stabs his pancake with his fork and tears off a chunk, then shoves it in his mouth.
He moans.MOANS.
“The flavors burst in my mouth, and it’s like I can imagine the tree where the maple syrup was made from.”
I walk to the table and grab his arm to stand him up. I lift his shirt and brush my fingers over his stomach.
No wound. Not even a scar.
Vampire blood can’t do this. Our blood isn’t a healing substance.
He giggles and folds away from my touch. “That tickles.”
Wait. WAIT.
“Are you high?”
He sits back down and piles some eggs on his fork, devouring them in one bite. He waves the empty utensil at me.
“Perhaps.”
