Page 163 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

My heart nearly jumped right out of me when a voice answered, a voice that wasn’t Eros’. I flipped to my other side to see Feral looking at me. He was alive.

Both of them had survived!

The vampire groaned in pain. He was completely crusted in blood, pale as death, and looked like he could barely move.

But he was still alive.

Crawling over to him, I crouched beside him and took his head in my hands, my breath shaking as I stared down at him in disbelief. “How?” It was all I could manage to say. It made sense that Eros was still alive since he’d been shielded from the attack. But how had Feral survived?

Vincent winced, his face contorting. It was as if the simple sound of my voice split his skull in half. “Immune to silver,” he rasped. “It’s iron I have to worry about.”

I blinked, my jaw falling open. “Immune to silver but weak to iron. That sounds like—”

“Fae,” he said, finishing the thought for me. “Dark fae, specifically. We’re different than the pointy-eared forest folk you might have read about. Though we come from the same world. Dark fae are shapeshifters who feed on the pain and fear of mortals to gain more forms, and with it, more power.”

“A dark fae.” I tested the words on my tongue, weighing them. Of all the things I had guessed Feral to be, it wasn’t a fae. Yet, it made sense in retrospect.

“That’s two,” he said in a grated whisper that was so weak, I thought his voice might break in half.

I scrunched my brows together as I gawked down at him in confusion. “Two what?”

“There were three conditions you had for becoming my blood whore. While I am immune to silver, I am still very wounded. I need your blood to heal properly. The first was that I vowed to never touch Lexi again. The second was to tell you what I am. And the third—”

“Was to tell me how my father died.”

He grunted in agreement.

I closed my eyes, trying to steady my nerves. “I want to know how my father died. But you should know that no matter what, I’ll give you my blood. You saved me and Eros. You didn’t have to do that for him, but you did. Why?”

“Because you love him. As much as that fucking irritates me—”

“You can have my blood. You can have anything…” I swallowed and reached to touch Vincent’s cheek.

He caught my fingertip with his lips and kissed it before taking it into his mouth. I flinched as I felt his fangs descend and puncture my flesh. He suckled on me, his eyes firmly fixed on mine as he fed.

He unleashed a heady growl, the green of his eyes staining crimson.

Since he’d sworn off Lexi and had lost a lot of blood in the factory, he had to be absolutely ravenous.

“You must be starving. You don’t need to be gentle. Take what you need from me.”

The invitation made his pupils expand, pushing the red in his eyes to thin rings. He grabbed me and flipped me over so that I was pressed flat on my back, sandwiched between the van’s metal flooring and his steel-hard pectorals.

Taking a fistful of my hoodie, he ripped it at the neckline to expose my shoulder.

For a beat, I thought he might try biting me over Eros’ mark, but instead, he pushed his teeth down into the stretch of flesh sitting below my collarbone.

I bit back a scream. He wasn’t being gentle, but I didn’t expect that from Vincent Feral.

I bucked against him involuntarily, as if my body was fighting the beast who fed on me even though my brain was all for it.

He kept me pinned beneath him with his body weight and released a soothing purr of a growl to calm me as he fed.

The sound sank through my core and burrowed deep into a place he had yet to claim.

Bloody freakinghell. Of all places to be turned on, of all situations. For fuck’s sake, I was in the back of a van, being taken to God knows where. Not to mention Eros was still passed out, and the male on top of me was full of bullet holes. Or, hewas.

As the dark fae fed, his wounds began to knit shut. His body began to push out the bullets still lodged in him, and they fell onto me in thick red gobs of gore-drenched metal.

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