Page 90 of Shifters' Fated Summer
His smile was icy needles.
“That makes it a sweeter revenge, don’t you think?”
“No,” I said, struggling to get up, but my body felt too heavy. My stomach clenched as if I hadn’t eaten in days. Maybe I hadn’t.
He’d almost drained me.
I knew what came next. He had told me about the process in poetic detail when I was still enamored with him. He didn’t bother with any of those niceties now.
Lifting my other wrist, he bit down again. I hissed at the pain, but he gave me no venom. I tensed, my mind dissociating while he drained what he could.
“I think that should do it. I imagine you’re feelingawful right about now. You’ve lost enough blood to kill a human.”
It took all my energy to drag my wrist back to my chest. I couldn’t handle this feeling. It certainly felt like I was dying, and at this point, I would love for it to end. That would be better than living with this feeling of absolute weakness and pain.
Evrin cradled me, lifting me up to sit. “My good little mate,” he crooned. My entire being revolted at the idea. “Here, drink.”
A cup pressed to my lips, and a cool, metallic liquid spilled into my mouth. I coughed, trying to spit it out. Evrin pinched my nose with his free hand, forcing me to choke and swallow some of it down.
It was his blood, and it would turn me into a vampire.
There was nothing I could do to stop it.
The cup was back, pouring his blood in as he forced it down my throat. This was worse than death, but I promised myself that as a vampire, I would kill Evrin. If I wasn’t entirely brainwashed.
A distant noise drew his attention, and he paused, setting the cup aside. Evrin dropped me onto the bed, and my breath rushed through my blood-coated teeth.
As he rose to investigate, I turned my head to spit out as much as I could. I tried to vomit, but I was too weak to trigger it.
The door banged open, and dark figures burst in. Evrin hissed angrily, pulling out thin daggers andfacing them.
“Hey bloodsucker,” a feminine voice shouted. A gun went off, the noise deafening in the small space.
Evrin dropped.
A second shot went off, and Lana crossed into my blurry vision. Her tits were squeezed into full tactical gear, and her beautiful face wore a vicious grin.
Luca reached me, lifting me up and cradling me in his lap.
“I need to puke,” I tried to say. My voice was reedy and thin.
“You’re okay,” Luca murmured, holding me against his chest. “You’re safe now. We’ve got you!”
“Luca,” I rasped. “I drank blood. I need to throw up.”
His muscles tensed against me. “Lana!”
The blonde crouched beside us. “How is she?”
“They gave her vampire blood. She says she can throw it up.” His voice shook, and my hope drained away. It was too late, wasn’t it?
“No problem,” she said. “Bend her over, yes, like that.”
Without hesitation, she shoved her fingers into my throat, gagging me until I heaved. My stomach jerking was agony, but it worked. Lana pulled her hands away as bile and blood poured from my mouth.
I choked and gasped for air as my body heaved again. “Let it out, honey,” Lana said, rubbing my back. I probably got puke on her shoes, but she stayed with me, even as Luca’s hands trembled where he held me.
“What’s wrong with her?” Cade asked, practically shouting across the small, dark space.
