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Sergi’s room was as immaculate as when he left it. No doubt Greta had been dusting regularly. He dropped the duffel on a nearby chair and opened the drapes to the afternoon sun. After placing a call for a blood donor, he fell across the bed and stared at the ceiling.
His typical routine after a mission usually involved checking messages and spending several hours in the training room, as Devon suggested, beating back the demons that always seemed to return home with him. It had been decades since he’d last been held captive. Perhaps in this enlightened age, it was time for new habits.
He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, not to sleep but to remember.
The way she trailed her fingers across his tattoos. The silky essence of her skin under his touch. The way she giggled when he ran a hand up her side and buried his face in her neck, leaving soft kisses behind. The way she rubbed her breasts along his chest as her hand stroked his cock.
If he laid perfectly still, he could smell her wild scent. What would it be like to run alongside her wolf? Would Remus let her come to the manor? She said they weren’t done, but what did that mean? He thought of her coming to the manor and Cressa discovering their relationship. Then there was Ginger. He groaned.
Never-ending torture.
Remus didn’t seem pleased she’d been intimate with him, but was he like that with any male she was with, or was it only vampires? Or only him?
He ignored his thoughts and refocused on their one evening together until sleep took him. But it wasn’t long before a knock woke him.
He rubbed his face and opened the door to find Felicia outside his door.
“That was quick.” He stepped aside to let her in before sitting in one of the armchairs.
“We were told Devon was on his way home, so we were ready for the call.” Felicia rolled up the sleeve of her linen blouse. It was a sign of trust that she wore such elegant clothing for a donation. Trust that Sergi was a gentleman and an expert at drawing blood without mishap. “If you don’t mind me saying, you look better than I expected after hearing you’d been captured.”
He settled back in the chair, turning slightly toward her. “Bella was kind enough to bring blood bags.”
“Yes, several of us donated before they left, but we were all worried.” She sat on the padded arm of the chair and gave him her hand. “Gerald sends his regards.”
“You’re still seeing him?” Sergi ran his thumb over her wrist, encouraging blood flow.
“You sound surprised.” Her laugh held a soft melodic sound, similar to Lyra’s. “He’s faithful, fun to be around, and takes me to nice places. Well, he did before the lockdown. He still finds secret places for us to enjoy sunsets and passionate lovemaking.”
Sergi lifted a brow. “They must be secluded spots since I haven’t seen your name in a security report.”
“High praise from a vampire.”
They both grinned before he sunk his teeth into her veins. Bagged blood was sufficient to provide him the necessarynutrients, but fresh blood always tasted better. He didn’t drink long, and soon he was healing her skin.
Felicia stood and pulled down her sleeve. “It’s good to see you well.” Then she gave him a long, uncomfortable look. “Something’s different.”
Torture would do that, but he didn’t say it. It would only make her feel bad. “It was a long mission.”
“Hmm. It’s not that.” Then she grinned. “Well, I didn’t think I’d live to see it.”
He tensed, unsure where this was going.
She pinched his cheek. “I’m so happy for you.” Then she strode to the door.
He touched his cheek. Felicia had always been a tactile female, preferring hugs and light touches to show her friendship and affection. The pinch had been surprising.
“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”
She laughed. “I can’t wait to meet her.”
Then she was out the door.
Damn it all.
If Felicia, who he only saw on occasion, had figured it out in ten short minutes, he wouldn’t have a chance of hiding anything from Cressa.
When the limoarrived at my uncle’s estate, the place I called home, I jumped out before the driver had a chance to come to a complete stop.
