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Shame burns my cheeks, but I raise my chin in defiance when they reenter the room. Vane looks older than his brother, even though, as lycans, their ageing should have slowed and then stopped at the same age.
Silas is a sculpted, smooth Adonis where Vane is big and brutish and scarred. The former is clean shaven with soft curly locks, while the latter has a neatly trimmed goatee and an undercut that shows off the piercings in his ears. Even their eyes are different. Silas has big, guileless baby blues that urge me to just trust him, while Vane’s eyes are that pretty hazel I admired earlier. The differences between them are so striking that it’s hard to believe they’re related, even with their shared, blond-streaked hair.
Silas’s skin is still flushed and damp from bathing. In his haste, he’s forgotten a shirt, leaving him in only a pair of light grey, soft-looking trousers. His creamy skin holds the faintest golden undertone, a shade lighter than his brother’s, and there’s a light dusting of freckles across his shoulders I doubt I’ll find on Vane.
I’ve seen plenty of half-naked males before, but that was over a century ago.
Maybe that’s why my mouth has suddenly gone drier than the desert.
Either that, or the thirst is already returning.
As if my mind was just waiting for the reminder, the itch in the back of my throat roars into a blaze. My eyes are magnetised to the subtle throb of the vein at his neck.
“Thirsty again?” Silas smiles, heading straight for me. “Go ahead. When you’ve fed, we can Netflix and chill.”
Vane rolls his eyes, but I barely see it. My body launches across the room like it was just waiting for Silas’ permission.
My pounce is interrupted by Vane, who picks me out of the air like a pesky insect and drags me across his own chest.
My thirst doesn’t care who I drink from. I climb him like a tree, scaling his body until I reach the source of nourishment my body craves.
My fangs sink into his jugular, and I sigh in relief. My whole body sags as my throat works, but he keeps me in place with his hands on my waist.
God, he tastes good. That isn’t just starvation talking either. His blood has a sweetness to it that ends in a sharp note I can’t identify.
Vane doesn’t react, even though it has to feel good with the amount of venom I’m pumping into his system.
For me, it’s amazing.
My stomach stops spasming. My aches disappear.
I’m not whole, but a few more feedings and my body will recover.
Providing Cain doesn’t force me back into that coffin again.
Chapter Nine
Silas
It’s not exactlysurprising when Vane gets between me and our vampire. His protective, big-brother instincts have always been a pain.
Usually, I don’t mind, but this time I growl.
I want her fangs back in my neck.
God, her feeding feels indescribable. Right.
Like perfection.
Evie doesn’t even notice me. She’s clinging to Vane like a barnacle, and I swear her body is filling out as I watch. Every swallow of his blood makes her less emaciated.
She grinds against my brother. Another tiny, jealous growl slips out.
If only Vane were as oblivious as she is. He raises a single brow and a knowing smirk quirks his lips.
“You need to be alert and ready to guard her. I’m going to sleep when she’s done. Call me if she gets out of hand.”
If she tries to kill herself again, is what he means.
