Page 28 of Hell's Queen

“Fucking vampire took too much blood from you,” Khazon snaps, the Angel of Death threatening to take over. “What are you doing, giving him blood like that?”

“Stop it,” I say, sitting up and pulling the blanket over me. “I knew what was at risk.”

Ledger growls. “Did he really need to feed off you? You barely like him.”

“Doesn’t mean he should die, Ledge,” I say.

“Yes, it does. I can finish the job.”

I roll my eyes. “I want to go to bed. You guys are giving me a headache.”

Hazen makes me drink orange juice before he and Ryker help me put my PJs back on.

“Everyone out,” I order.

Khazon glares at me. “He hurt you.”

“So did Inarian, and you guys didn’t fight him! Out! I’m fine.”

Ryker helps me to my feet, and though I waver, I stay strong. Rest and sugar always help, though he’s never taken this much. I look back at Thorne, who looks back to normal now, but he looks ashamed.

“Please, don’t tell me that fucker is your boyfriend now,” Khazon growls as I leave the room.

I sent him a look. “Khaz, calm down.”

“Do you see what he did to you, Asura?”

“He was going to die.”

“So, let him.”

“I second that,” Ledger says.

I shake my head and place my hand on Khazon’s cheek. “I’m fine.”

His eyes scan my face before he sighs. My eyes drop to his lips, and before I can say anything, he pulls back. “Watch her better. Some fucking hellhounds you are.”

Jigsaw scoffs. “You’re just mad a vampire made her come faster than you did in the air.”

I let out a snort. “That’s not true. Shut up.”

Khazon sticks up his middle finger, moving back to his room. The others, including Ozias, lead me to my room.

“Are you joining our cuddling?” I ask Ozias.

“I would rather have a vampire drink all my blood and leave me to die,” he says with a smile.

“You know,” I say with a smirk, “I think he’s still hungry.”

Ozias lets out a laugh. “You think he could do it without the sex?”

I click my tongue. “I doubt it.”

He chuckles heavily, and I look up at him. Ozais has to be almost as tall as a hellhound. He’s built, broad, and robust. Right now, he has a tank top on with flannel PJs. His hair is pulled back, and I remember as a kid, he would let me put his hair in a braid. He let me do anything. I know it was because he was in love with me.

He watches me, waiting for my next move. What if he’s over me? What if he doesn’t like sharing? Nerves sit heavily inside my chest, and I can’t bring myself to kiss him.

“Goodnight, Ozzy,” I say lightly, eyes moving to his lips.

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