his fist against his thigh. “Yeah. Forget it. See if you
can find out anything else about that kid, and let me
know.”
Ending the call, he sat there staring at the floor.
What the fuck was wrong with him? Roxy Tam had
wormed so far under his skin she’d taken up permanent
residence. And he’d let her.
He’d done things for her that had pushed the boundaries of both his nature and his experience. He’d stood
against one of his own kind, his father’s man. He’d
stayed by her side, nursed her as she recovered. What
the fuck did he know about nursing anyone?
Only what he’d seen from a distance as he watched
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the ever-changing landscape of human lives. He’d sure
as sugar never taken care of anyone before.
But he hadn’t been able tonottake care of her,
hadn’t been able to just sit back and watch her life—
or death—play out as it would. He’d felt the burning
urgency todosomething. So he’d done whatever he
could think of, and some things he never would have
thought of.
Like feeding her his blood.
That was new. Whether she wanted to get all chatty
and personal or not, he and Roxy were due for a little
talk about that. He could still see her expression as
she’d lain on the forest floor, bleeding, dying, begging
him to feed her his blood. Her eyes had told him she
thought he ought to know exactly what she needed.
So, yeah, the girl had some talking to do.