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Of fucking course he had. I couldn’t even be mad at the guy. He needed to feed just as much as I did. Although he was not in nearly as bad of shape as I was.

“Come on, kitten. Let’s go find the others.”

A weak moan of protest was all I could manage.

“Power’s out, and you’re starving. It’s us or...”

There was no “or.” I wasn’t going to make it without feeding.

He ran a soothing hand down my spine. “It’ll be okay, kitten. We’re going to take care of you.”

Chapter

Thirty-Two

GRIM

“Chaos! Malice! Grimsby! Get in here! I need your help!” Sin’s voice ricocheted down the hall, tearing my focus from the candles I was lighting in the parlor.

I turned toward the sound just as he kicked open the door and came stumbling in with a barely conscious Merri in his arms. She was naked from the waist up, her long hair covering most of her delectable curves.

“Oh good, you’re already here.”

“What happened?”

I don’t know why I bothered asking the question; it was obvious enough. I’d seen her in a near enough state barely a week ago. She must not have been able to feed before the power went out. I could feel that same tug to be close to her. I hadn’t understood or maybe even clocked it at the time, but looking back, I’d definitely felt it. Her inner demon was trying to lure potential targets. An internal fail-safe to protect her from starvation.

Chaos barreled into the room like an angry bull, all grunts and growls as he watched Sin lay Merri down on a chaise longue,her red tresses spilling across the silver fabric reminiscent of blood in the dim light.

“What the fuck did you do to her, Sinclair?”

Sin stepped back away from her, his hands held up in supplication. “It wasn’t me. She was trying to feed, and the power went out.”

The light of Malice’s torch preceded his entrance into the room. “Is everyth—oh, bloody hell, not again,” he said, taking in Merri and immediately piecing together what had happened.

“Is this a true storm, or an attack?” Chaos asked, moving to the window and lifting the curtain to peer out into the night. As if on cue, thunder boomed, and a bright flash of light streaked across the clouds.

“Does it fucking matter? Either way, Merri needs us,” Sin practically snarled.

Chaos dropped the heavy fabric. “Of course it matters. We need to know if demons are about to break through the windows. Unless you’d rather not take any precaution and be caught with your literal pants down, Sinclair.”

Malice sent his focus outward before saying, “Just a storm. Although it’s less clear if it's a side effect of the apocalypse or truly natural.”

“And they say global warming is fake,” Sin muttered, turning his attention back to Merri.

No one seemed to notice as I backed slowly away from the tableaux the three of them created. Or so I thought until Sin called my name.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“You know I can’t be a part of this. You three have things well in hand.”

“You’re not getting out of it this time, Grimsby. You don’t have to touch her, but you need to participate. It will be safer for all of us.”

“What do you mean?” Chaos asked, gaze sharpening on Sin’s face.

“She’s gone too long without again.” Sin shot a pointed glare at me. “It’s neither safe nor smart to let her drain one of us in order to charge her battery. Think of her like a bear who didn’t eat enough before hibernation and woke up early, ravenous, blowing through any available food source in order to survive.”

“She’s a... bear?” I asked slowly, trying to make sense of his ramble.

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