Page 163 of Obsidian and Frost
That had me smiling.
I sucked in a breath, hating that my hand was shaking as I typed my response to them—to him. That was why it was fucking shaking. Because of him.
Lazriel:What’s first dinner mean?
Cassius:Something Ketheron and I started… he often needs to eat twice.
Velra:Adorable.
Sylas:Who knew you could be so accommodating?
Cassius:Prepare yourself. I will demonstrate more of that tonight.
I knew he didn’t mean it as anything sexual, definitely not as an innuendo. I doubted he was even capable of it. But I still received it that way and I had to use a lot of effort to shake it off.
I stowed my phone away then walked out of the Great Hall.
I literally stared at two paths heading in separate directions ahead of me.
The one to the right would be a straight-run burst of vampire speed right back to Wraeven Academy where I could just chill in my dorm room and bide my time. Sylas was at Arcanum Order right now so I couldn’t hang with him.
The one to the left led in the direction of Haven Initiative—another straight-run to that location actually. Yes,shit,I’d looked it up like a goddamn creeper.
“That was… whew… so that’s what Immortal blood is all about. Holy fucking shit.”
I remembered saying that to Sylas when I’d been hopped up on said blood. In a major fucking way.
“He relaxed into it, you know?”
“What?”
“Cassius… as I deepened the draw, he was into it.”
“You’re sure?”
“Shit, yeah. I felt it. No doubt about it.”
Despite the insanity and chaotic nature of what had gone down, Iknewwhat I’d felt, what I’d sensed.
Cassius, uptight, closed-off, almighty Immortal had responded favorably to me feeding on him like a rabid animal. He’d gotten off on it.
The pain?
The depravity?
The danger?
The new experience of it?
I didn’t know.
And it bothered me that I didn’t know.
It also bothered me that I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Feeding from the vein like that and his positive reaction to it… I’d never experienced that before, and it had stayed with me.
I’d heard about what Immortal blood could do to vampires and from that I was apparently supposed to be craving his blood, to be focused on that aspect—but I wasn’t. I mean, sure, it had been the sweetest most wonderful thing I’d ever tasted, but that wasn’t what was nagging at me.
