Page 44 of Craving Her Vampire

“I think I wrote everything down,” Daisy says, standing and handing Quinn the notepad. “If I forgot anything, I’ll let you know.” She moves back to my side.

“Are you going to be working with us?” Quinn asks me, nodding toward Heath.

“As much as possible,” I say. “I won’t be leaving Daisy alone.”

“Wait,” Daisy frowns. “You are assuming I won’t be involved.” The guys suddenly find the ceiling interesting.

“I want you protected,” I say carefully. I’ve been around long enough to know her tone of voice doesn’t bode well for me.

“You can protect me while we are searching for Turner and my brother,” she says, crossing her arms.

“That is the plan.” I smile. Fuck, the plan now. I value my life and don’t want to piss her off. The humor coming off the two assholes is ridiculous. “I want to get you home. You need a good night's sleep. We will start fresh in the morning.”

“Uh-huh,” she hums, eyes narrowed.

“Come on, love.” I slide my arm around her waist. “Night, assholes.” I don’t wait for their reply, sweeping Daisy out of the office, hoping blurring home will somehow make her forget my words.

Finding other ways to distract her will be my pleasure.

“I was worried about her,” Daisy grumbles, pacing the living room. “She’s having a slumber party with Serenity.” I didn’t have to distract Daisy. Lace sent her a text when we got home. Serenity was excited to have another witch in the mix and asked her to stay over.

She is adorable when she pouts.

“At least she is protected,” I offer and earn a glare for my efforts.

“She could have waited until we got back. I assumed she would be curious about what we found out,” she says.

“Are you hurt?” I ask. Her scent is filled with emotion.

“I guess I am.” She sits on the couch. “She’s all I’ve had,” she admits softly.

“I understand.”

“You do?” she asks skeptically as I join her on the couch. “You’ve probably had tons of friends over the years.”

“My closest friends have been Quinn and Heath. Of course, Bash and Ryker have been in my life since almost the beginning of my vampire years. Saphira and her brothers are my family also.” She turns toward me, her arm on the back of the couch, tucking her feet on the edge of the cushion.

“I would love to hear about your life. The things you have seen and done. I can’t imagine.” She reaches out, running her hand through my hair. I close my eyes, relishing her touch.

“My life has been filled with death and destruction,” I start, opening my eyes and stare out the window. “I don’t remember my human life anymore. My memories start the day I woke up as a vampire.”

“Micah,” she whispers, scooting closer.

“At the beginning I vaguely remember smells, blurry images, but with time they disappeared. Maybe it was a blessing. Maybe my human life was filled with horrible things. There is always the chance I was the bad guy.”

“No,” Daisy says fiercely. I cup her knee.

“I appreciate your confidence.” I watch my thumb move back and forth. “I woke up in an alley, but I wasn’t alone. A woman was lying beside me, and she was also turned.”

“Who was she?” The jealousy in her voice pleases me, even though she wasn’t born yet.

“She was my sister. I didn’t remember her, but I knew she was.” I pause, hesitant to speak words I haven’t said to anyone. No one knows the circumstances of my turning or the years afterward.

“Did she lose her memories too?”

“Yes. She didn’t remember anything either. When you told me about your early years, not knowing how you came to be, I related on another level.” I wish we didn’t have such an odd thing in common. “We could smell and sense our relationship. I guess our past must have been so trauma-filled that we got thegift of losing our memories along with the powers that came with being a vampire. Whoever bit us didn’t stick around to help us control all the emotions and yearning we felt.” I drop my head back, and her fingers thread through my hair.

“The first emotion wasn’t curiosity about what we were or our connection. The immediate thought was drinking blood. My throat burned with the need for it. The only vampires I knew then were in stories and myths. I instinctively knew I was one. I wasn’t in denial or scared. All I could think about was blood. My sister, Maddy, was the same. I don’t think we even spoke at the time; we just automatically went in search of a drink.

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