Page 34 of The Hunger
“What would you like me to tell him?”
Fenris was in the house. With me.
My gaze snapped up to meet Mrs. Quill’s.
“Take me to the Blayz. Now.”
She reached out and touched my shoulder. It was a good thing I was sitting. Our abrupt arrival inside the dark club made my head spin and my stomach reel. Gagging, I got to my hands and knees and looked up for Mrs. Quill to tell her what I wanted her to say to Fenris. But she was already gone.
I sighed and looked at my phone, thankful I’d been holding it when she’d portaled us. Then, I looked down at what I was wearing, grateful I’d had the forethought to dress in sweatpants and a t-shirt for bed, just in case I needed to leave quickly.
I’d barely gotten to my feet when a burst of fire flared beside me.
Megan’s gaze found mine across the distance.
“What’s going on? Oanen’s mom just appeared in our bedroom and said you needed me. She didn’t say why, only that she thought you needed me instead of your mom.”
She glanced around the club again.
“Are we alone?” she asked.
“I think so. I’m sorry she woke you up. I didn’t mean to scare her.”
Megan smirked at me. “We weren’t sleeping.”
Need clawed at my middle as I realized what she was saying. Fully focused on her, I could sense the lust. I couldn’t stop myself. I closed my eyes and fed.
“Whoa,” Megan said. “Is this what it feels like when you feed?”
Her question snapped me out of it, and I opened my eyes to look at my best friend in complete horror.
“Megan, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
She grinned at me.
“Didn’t mean to what? Show me that it’s not as horrible as you made it out to be?” She looped her arm through mine and tugged me toward the bar. “Now, be honest. Did I taste minty? ’Cause I just brushed a few minutes ago.”
I groaned out a laugh and set my head on her shoulder.
“Thank you for not making it weird.”
“Any time. Is that why Mrs. Quill came to get me? You were hungry for something a little spicy?”
I snorted as we sat.
“No. And you’re not spicy or minty.”
She propped her chin in her hand and grinned at me.
“I do have a flavor? Now I need to know.”
She sounded so much like Fenris that my humor fled.
“Hey. Talk to me. What’s going on?” Megan asked, getting serious.
“I'm hungry. Hungrier than I've ever been, even when—” I stopped myself from finishing the statement with “I wasn't eating.” The truth was that I had been. Just not as much or as often. Was that why I was having trouble? Had I been so starved then that my real hunger had been dormant and now that I'd fed off Fenris, it didn't want to go back to sleep?
“If you're hungry, eat,” Megan said, opening her arms. “I didn't mind at all.”
