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day. More than one vamp had studied her with glossy-eyed interest as she’d turned and forced her feet into slow but sure action, counting the steps till she was outside the old abandoned building.
The heat of the sun in mid-day on her skin had lifted her spirits like nothing else ever had, even though vampires were not hindered by it—another false rumor that had spread through humanity. They could have still gone after her if they’d wanted.
But they hadn’t.
Still, it had been several months till she felt out of danger. Even then, she treaded with more caution than a field mouse in an aviary if she even imagined a vampire might be near.
She should have been just as cautious of humans, she supposed. Among others, Winston had found her easy enough to take advantage of. She’d been so enamored with him and his elaborate life-style, she’d turned a blind eye to the warning signs. It was too easy now to look back and recognize the reality of the situation. Especially that time she had tried to refuse that glass of wine he’d offered her after she’d injured her ankle. He had been livid and practically forced the wine down her throat.
How many times had he fed her blood and waited to see if it would make her ill, or worse, kill her? How many times had she brushed off the fact that she healed far too rapidly than should’ve been expected?
She didn’t know how long she ran through every scenario, berating herself for each one, but eventually her mind eased till she nodded off completely.
Chapter 5
The musky scent of dampened soap, along with the sound of rushing water, lulled Cora awake. The edge of morning seeped through the drawn curtains. She sat up, surprised to find herself alone in the bed, and the shower running with the bathroom door left open.
The water cut off, and her heart jumped. She wouldn’t be surprised if Mace could hear it hammering from within the other room. He emerged a moment later, a white towel around his slim waist.
Because she hadn’t fully shrugged off the haze of slumber, her eyes unabashedly took in the impeccably sculpted muscles of his chest and arms, seeming to get stuck on his six-pack abs. He scrutinized her for a moment, and the corner of his lips quirked upward.
She frowned. The last thing she needed was for him to think she appreciated what she saw.
Her gaze shifted to the door, longingly.
“Woman, I will chase you butt-ass naked if I have to,” Mace said in a tone that brokered no doubt.
That brought her attention back, specifically toward his crotch. Heat flooded her cheeks as well as other parts of her anatomy.
What was wrong with her? Had the lust carried over from the previous night, or had she just woken up insane?
He arched a brow. “I think I used up most of the hot water,” he announced, and then smirked. “But maybe that will work to your advantage this morning.”
Her flush deepened. Even though she hadn’t meant to, she had become aroused, and, to her extreme embarrassment, he could tell.
“Wasn’t expecting a compliment like this after the kick to my ego you delivered last night.”
Her brow furrowed. What did he mean by that?
She didn’t bother rationalizing his words. Instead, she slipped off the bed and crossed to the bathroom, not meeting his gaze as she passed. Still, she could feel him watching her go with an intensity that was almost tangible.
Inside, she closed the door. Her jaw dropped as she took in her reflection. Aside from her wild mane of hair, she looked…great. There were no marks on her face to indicate she’d been in a horrific accident less than twenty-four hours ago. Her eyes sparkled the color of warm mocha dipped in gold. Her skin was smooth and even, almost radiant, like porcelain. Even her lips, which she’d always considered too plump, now seemed to complement her features.
If this was the work of Mason’s blood, she could see why Winston’s rich friends would covet the stuff. What she
The heat of the sun in mid-day on her skin had lifted her spirits like nothing else ever had, even though vampires were not hindered by it—another false rumor that had spread through humanity. They could have still gone after her if they’d wanted.
But they hadn’t.
Still, it had been several months till she felt out of danger. Even then, she treaded with more caution than a field mouse in an aviary if she even imagined a vampire might be near.
She should have been just as cautious of humans, she supposed. Among others, Winston had found her easy enough to take advantage of. She’d been so enamored with him and his elaborate life-style, she’d turned a blind eye to the warning signs. It was too easy now to look back and recognize the reality of the situation. Especially that time she had tried to refuse that glass of wine he’d offered her after she’d injured her ankle. He had been livid and practically forced the wine down her throat.
How many times had he fed her blood and waited to see if it would make her ill, or worse, kill her? How many times had she brushed off the fact that she healed far too rapidly than should’ve been expected?
She didn’t know how long she ran through every scenario, berating herself for each one, but eventually her mind eased till she nodded off completely.
Chapter 5
The musky scent of dampened soap, along with the sound of rushing water, lulled Cora awake. The edge of morning seeped through the drawn curtains. She sat up, surprised to find herself alone in the bed, and the shower running with the bathroom door left open.
The water cut off, and her heart jumped. She wouldn’t be surprised if Mace could hear it hammering from within the other room. He emerged a moment later, a white towel around his slim waist.
Because she hadn’t fully shrugged off the haze of slumber, her eyes unabashedly took in the impeccably sculpted muscles of his chest and arms, seeming to get stuck on his six-pack abs. He scrutinized her for a moment, and the corner of his lips quirked upward.
She frowned. The last thing she needed was for him to think she appreciated what she saw.
Her gaze shifted to the door, longingly.
“Woman, I will chase you butt-ass naked if I have to,” Mace said in a tone that brokered no doubt.
That brought her attention back, specifically toward his crotch. Heat flooded her cheeks as well as other parts of her anatomy.
What was wrong with her? Had the lust carried over from the previous night, or had she just woken up insane?
He arched a brow. “I think I used up most of the hot water,” he announced, and then smirked. “But maybe that will work to your advantage this morning.”
Her flush deepened. Even though she hadn’t meant to, she had become aroused, and, to her extreme embarrassment, he could tell.
“Wasn’t expecting a compliment like this after the kick to my ego you delivered last night.”
Her brow furrowed. What did he mean by that?
She didn’t bother rationalizing his words. Instead, she slipped off the bed and crossed to the bathroom, not meeting his gaze as she passed. Still, she could feel him watching her go with an intensity that was almost tangible.
Inside, she closed the door. Her jaw dropped as she took in her reflection. Aside from her wild mane of hair, she looked…great. There were no marks on her face to indicate she’d been in a horrific accident less than twenty-four hours ago. Her eyes sparkled the color of warm mocha dipped in gold. Her skin was smooth and even, almost radiant, like porcelain. Even her lips, which she’d always considered too plump, now seemed to complement her features.
If this was the work of Mason’s blood, she could see why Winston’s rich friends would covet the stuff. What she
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