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CHAPTER 17

Being a vampire has its perks. Like, did you know that a cinnamon roll smells so much better when you’re using all of your senses to the best of their abilities?

-Acadia’s secret thoughts

ACADIA

I woke up, my eyes snapping open, and realized that something was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.

There was this gnawing hunger inside of me, as if I hadn’t eaten in a really long time. Not hours, but more like days.

It wasn’t bad enough to be able to ignore the way my bladder protested, though.

“Jesus,” I rolled, getting up to my hands and knees and crawling to the edge of the bed—a bed that I had no clue who it belonged to.

I didn’t give that much thought, though, in my haste to find a toilet.

I didn’t even think about the fact that I wasn’t wearing any clothes but a man’s black t-shirt with nothing else underneath. I didn’t even have socks on! Which I always wore to bed because I didn’t like the way my heels felt when they touched the sheets.

After relieving my bladder in the darkened bathroom—nice to see that drinking an entire bottle of wine while eating ice cream didn’t affect my newly acquired x-ray vision—I walked out of the door and took in my surroundings.

The room I was in was massive. It had to be the size of my entire apartment, bathroom, closet, kitchen, living room, and laundry room combined.

It was painted a soft taupe, and there were sparse decorations throughout the room.

Only a large king bed dominated one wall—the huge comfy mattress covered in soft white sheets set into a large four-poster bed that looked like it weighed a whole lot more than any bed I’d ever seen before.

That was likely because it belonged to a vampire, though.

Apparently, vampires liked to sleep in big beds with soft as hell sheets.

Did vampires sleep?

And how did I know that I was in Constantine’s house? By the way the bedroom smelled of him.

I could feel his scent permeating the air around me, and I couldn’t help the delicious shiver that tore through my body at the way his essence filled my lungs.

“Are you hungry?”

I turned from studying that big bed to find Constantine standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his unbuttoned white dress shirt over his half-bared chest.

His blond hair was down from its usual pulled back state, and it was soft and curling around his nape.

His beard was curlier than usual, too, meaning that at some point in the night he’d taken a shower which had caused it to grow unruly.

Wet droplets still clung to his exposed chest, drawing my attention to the intricate swirls of tattoos that covered that beautiful body.

“Did you get those before or after you were turned?” I found myself asking without thought.

“Before… and after.”

“I’m glad you could clear that up.” I laughed. “As to your earlier question, yes, I’m hungry. What do you have to eat?”

He looked at me oddly.

“What are you hungry for?” he asked casually.

Almost too casually.

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