Cursed

by Rebecca Trynes

  “Ah, sorry. It just kind of happened.” Ok, that sounded really lame.

  “Did he drink from you?” he asked in a rush, checking her neck and wrist for bite marks.

  “No. You stopped him before he could.”

  Xavior sighed in relief and leaned on the bench beside her.

  “I thought you’d be keen to have him try my blood,” she said, going back to eating her breakfast. The toast was cold now, but she didn’t mind.

  Xavior drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, back to his easy-going self, the smile on his face just this side of a leer. “Honey, I’m keen to try your blood.”

  Shaking her head and rolling her eyes, she swallowed her mouthful of toast and then smiled. “I’m serious. You’re looking for a cure, and you still want Greyvian to give it a try, so why not me?”

  He laughed. “Because I do still want Greyvian to give it a try, that’s why. Sorry I barked at you, but if I let Rayven drink from you now, I can guarantee that will never happen.”

  She made a face and took another bite of toast, thinking he was wrong about Greyvian. Grey might not like the idea that Rayven had fed from her, but she doubted he would be so jealous about it that he would refuse to feed the male because of it. He wasn’t that petty.

  She was about to say as much to Knox when she sensed Greyvian’s presence the second that he walked through the door. Turning around, she met his light grey eyes, her heart swelling at the sight of him. They shared a look as he walked towards the refrigerator.

  “Better now?” she asked as he opened the door and looked inside.

  “Much,” he replied, glancing at her before returning his attention to the fridge.

  “And Jacob?”

  “Better,” the male in question replied, entering the kitchen and smiling at her like the Jacob she’d been missing since her transition. “It’s insane the way it creeps up on you.”

  She smiled in return. “I’ll have to keep track of it,” she replied, even though that probably wouldn’t be necessary, what with her feeding on Greyvian so regularly.

  But then she realised that wouldn’t be a very good idea. Since her blood couldn’t sustain him, drinking from him on a regular basis would mean that he would need to feed more often, which in turn would mean that he would have to be around evil more often—unless he fed from Jacob exclusively. Thinking it over, she came to the realisation that that might prove difficult for him—especially if Jacob decided to go travelling at some point, leaving Greyvian to go back to drinking from evil. After an extended absence from having to deal with that, going back to it might prove too difficult, and he might end up killing an innocent just to avoid it—which was unthinkable, really. Which all meant that he would need to continue being exposed to evil. Something she wanted to keep to a minimum.

  Damn. Sex and feeding went so well together. With a sigh, she figured it would just have to be for special occasions.

  “Now that you’re well fed,” Xavior said, deciding now must be a good time to ask, “I’d like to ask a favour.”

  Greyvian turned his head towards the male and raised his brow in question. God, she loved that expression on his face.

  “My brother,” Xavior said, pointing his thumb in Rayven’s direction. “Could you feed him some of your blood?”

  Greyvian looked over at the black-eyed male and nodded, closing the refrigerator door before walking over to him. Raising his arm, he bit into his wrist and then held it before Rayven.

  “Drink,” he said.

  Rayven drank.

  Find out whether Greyvian’s blood is the cure that Rayven needs in TRAPPED, Book Two in the Blood Merge series.

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