Page 88 of Immortal Bastard

“Mmm,” Destiny and Anna both moaned.

“Remember Jell-O?” Destiny said in a reminiscently fond tone.

Anna laughed. “Remember Vodka?”

Real concern bloomed in Delilah’s gut. “You guys don’t drink?”

“Good luck finding a high enough proof to impact our nervous system. We burn the effects right off.”

“Speak for yourself. I was drunk last night,” Destiny bragged, earning an eye roll from Anna.

“She’s a half-breed,” Gracie explained.

“Rude,” Destiny tossed a spool of thread at Gracie. “You’re just bitter because the females aren’t allowed to drink.”

“Do the males?”

“Of course,” Annalise said with evident snark. “But even they can’t get drunk. To feel any sort of intoxication we would need a shit-ton of drugs mixed into a cocktail.”

Delilah waited for the other girls to correct Anna’s language, but no one said anything. She smiled, liking these women more and more. “Thank you for the gifts this morning.”

Larissa beamed. “It’s our pleasure. Gracie will take more precise measurements, and we’ll take in these dresses so they fit more comfortably. Eleazar already told us your height.”

“Eleazar?”

“My husband, the bishop. I thought you met him.”

She did recall a man stopping by the house, but she’d been so determined to ignore Christian at the time and in the midst of her hunger strike, that she didn’t recall much detail about the man.

“Can I get you something to eat or drink?” Gracie asked.

“I’ll have some water if you have it.” She didn’t want to bother her for food and have to explain the whole vegetarian thing again, but maybe that was why she was so exhausted.

Gracie went into the house and returned shortly with a glass of water. The girls watched her as she drank it down. When Delilah emptied the glass, she looked back at them in question. “What?”

Larissa gave her sister a stern look. “Gracie, don’t.”

“You’re not feeding.”

“Grace!” Larissa appeared completely scandalized by her sister’s observation. “Ignore her, Delilah. She didn’t mean to intrude in matters that are absolutely no concern of hers.” She sent her sister a scathing glance. “Really, Gracie. You know better.”

Embarrassed and, now uncomfortable, Delilah bit her lip. “It’s… It’s okay. It probably seems silly to you.”

“Not at all.”

“Nope.”

“A little.”

“You can’t starve yourself. Brother Christian will forbid it.”

She looked toward Destiny and Annalise who took a more understanding position on the matter, likely because they weren’t born immortal like her. “Did you struggle with it?”

“Yup.”

“Cain had to put me in a trance to get me to take his blood.”

Delilah’s eyes went wide. “They can do that?”

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