Page 8 of Love Heals
For some reason, Jared wasn’t scrambling away, though. Instead he was studying me with concern in his eyes.
Didn’t he know that vampires were dangerous?
How the hell could he be concerned for me after what I’d just tried to pull on him?
And why did that make me feel like crap?
“I’m fine,” I bit out before he could even ask, dropping my gaze.
“Who was that man?”
My attention snapped to Jared again. “You saw that too?” Wasn’t that just the last thing I needed now? How could I explain that vision when it didn’t even make sense to me? “I don’t know,” I admitted. It had felt like a memory, but I didn’thavememories of my previous life, and it sure as hell wasn’t anything that had happened to me as a vampire.
“Was it a john?”
My eyes narrowed at Jared. “What are you talking about?”
My sire had told me that I used to live on the streets, that he’d rescued me from the filth and misery of that lifestyle. He didn’t often mention what I used to do for a living, but he hadn’t made a secret of it either. He’d made sure to let me know that I needed to be grateful that I had only one master to serve now instead of many. No, I knew exactly who I used to be before I became this.
The question was, how did Jared?
