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feeding me his blood out of a fucking cup for three
days!”
“Except when I fed you from my vein,” Dagan murmured helpfully, and Roxy had a vivid flash of
memory, her mouth sealed to him, her teeth sinking
into his flesh, the feel of his life force filling her.
“Shut up,” she gritted.
“She would have healed faster if you stuck with the
vein,” Calliope said. “Blood taken directly from a
living donor is the most beneficial source of natural
prana.”
Dagan dipped his head in acknowledgment. “I’ll
remember that for next time.”
Rage and confusion and a sense of betrayal churned
inside Roxy. She fisted her hands at her sides, wanting
so badly to hit something, to lash out. “You’ve known
me for ten years, ten goddamn years, and you never
thought to mention any of this?”
Head tipped to one side, Calliope studied her, then
she said softly, “Roxy, sit, please.”
“Sit?” Her world was falling apart, everything she
knew—or thought she knew—turned upside down and
backward, and Calliope wanted her to sit.
Dagan moved until he was directly behind her. His
arms came around her, his chest against her back. He
was solid and warm. Safe. She could feel his heat
through her T-shirt, feel his strength.
And it was only in that second that she understood
why Calliope had told her to sit. Because she was shaking, her whole body trembling, her fury and confusion
manifesting in a physical breakdown.
EVE SILVER
