Page 177 of Vampire so Virtuous
“That’s it.”
“Thank you, Gabe.” She didn’t feel any different.
“You’re welcome,” he said wearily, licking his fangs as he pushed himself to his feet, then walked back to his seat with heavy steps.
Cally felt guilty watching him. “Sorry for pushing you into it.”
He slumped onto the sofa and flapped a hand dismissively. “It’s done, it was necessary, and now you’re protected. It was for the best.” He sounded like he was convincing himself.
“You feel different than Antoine when you feed,” she said, trying to lighten the mood.
“Different bloodlines.”
She almost said,Belle was the same as Antoine, but it wasn’t her place to disclose his sire. She recalled his shock when Belle had shared that Roberto was Minh’s.
But that, on the other hand, she had no issue telling Gabe. “Did you know Roberto was Minh’s sire?”
“Huh,” he grunted. “That explains why he has so many thralls.”
“So, this resistance. What do I need to do?”
“Nothing,” he said. “It’ll work by itself whenever a vampire tries something on you.”
“Will it work against Antoine too?” She should’ve thought of that before. Would it stop her feeling… as she did… when he fed?
“Sure,” Gabe replied, looking at her strangely. “But why would he use his mind powers on you?”
So the feeding effect was different.For some reason, she felt relieved. It would’ve felt like she’d taken something from him.
Cally shifted uncomfortably on her seat. Why did she feel like she’d…cheatedon him, somehow?
Maybe it also explained Gabe’s reluctance.
She’d have to tell Antoine as soon as the opportunity arose.
Damn it, couldn’t she ask for Gabe’s help without feeling guilty? It wasn’t like she and Antoine were in a relationship.
Yet that didn’t ring true. Not emotionally, at least.
But if Antoine had been able to give her this resistance, why hadn’t he?
“I’m sorry I pushed you into it,” she said, feeling her guilt swell. “But I’m not sorry I’ll be able to resist Minh.”
“No problem,” Gabe said, weariness obvious in his tone.
Was he just tired, or had she offended him?
“If you go rest, I promise I won’t touch your records.”
He nodded, pushing himself up. “Maybe a couple of hours would help.”
He can’t leave fast enough.
“Gabe?” she said, as he walked past.
“Mmm?”
“Thank you. For everything.”
