Page 41 of Love Bites

That was the reason I’d agreed to seal the bond in the first place, so I shouldn’t have been surprised by it. But, I was.

“You need to feed,” he said. “It’ll help you heal.”

It was tempting.

Very tempting.

Just feeling his emotions the way I was made me hungry.

“You’re hurt, though,” I murmured.

“Your magic gives me energy. If anything, it’ll help me.”

That seemed like valid reasoning. So, I let myself take in some of the emotions I could feel.

I was so dizzy that I couldn’t tell one from another, but they felt incredible.

Some part of me felt the elevator stop moving and heard it ding, but I didn’t move.

Damian didn’t either.

His back was against the elevator’s wall, his hold on me not tight, but very much possessive.

The elevator dinged again, and I felt more than heard Damian’s growl at the owners of the voices I could hear outside it.

The doors closed again, and he hit two buttons.

The elevator stopped.

I finally released his emotions a few minutes later, so insanely sated that I nearly fell asleep. If not for the pain in my forehead, I would’ve.

My dizziness faded quickly as Damian pressed another button, and the elevator rose again. Though nothing was spinning anymore, I still felt really out of it.

A few minutes later, we were inside a room that smelled like cleaning supplies.

My eyes closed as Damian set me carefully on a bed. His voice was low as he spoke with someone else, and a polite woman’s voice filled my ears soon enough.

“Hi, Blair. I’ve got a shot here to help with the pain. You’ll feel a small pinch on your arm. Your body is trying to heal itself, so you’ll probably fall asleep as soon as the pain eases. I’ll be handling your stitches while you’re unconscious, okay? It’ll be numb, so you won’t feel anything.”

I think I nodded.

I felt a large, strong hand on my arm, and assumed it was Damian’s. When I reached for it, he laced his fingers through mine.

The feeling was comforting.

The prick she’d promised arrived, and shortly after, I was lost to sleep.

I wasn’tsure how much time had passed when I finally opened my eyes. I could hear my sisters talking quietly nearby, but the first thing I saw was Damian.

He was still holding my hand, but the gigantic man was sitting in a chair beside my bed, bent awkwardly and using the hospital mattress as a pillow while he slept beside me.

Though he was wearing a clean shirt that didn’t have any holes in it, I could see darker spots on the black fabric where he’d clearly bled through it. There was enough blood crusted in his hair to tell me that he hadn’t showered, either, though his hands were clean.

Mine were too.

I realized I was wearing a fresh, long-sleeved shirt of Damian’s, with my hair tied up out of my face. When I reached up, I felt a messy bun on top of my head that I knew I hadn’t made.

My sisters noticed the movement, and came over to greet me. They explained that they’d changed me at the doctor’s request, and tied my hair up because there was so much blood in it.

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