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himself to the end of the bed. He held his breath, fighting to remain in control as his eternal thirst demanded more than what he could safely take. When the crushing pain in his chest became unbearable, he sucked air in between his clenched teeth, filling his lungs to capacity. With a harsh exhale, he shot off the bed.
    Barbie reared up as Zane snatched the small silver key from atop the night stand. He undid the cuff on her right ankle and wrist and then stormed to the other side of the bed. “Master?”
    Ignoring her, Zane freed Barbie’s left wrist and ankle, threw the key on the bed as she rolled on to her back and sat up. “May I please speak?”
    “No,” he snarled.
    As Zane charged across the bedroom the scent of fear filled his nostrils, bringing with it a realization that made him freeze in the doorway: for the second time, he had not been able to detect the girl’s blood.
    Blodbad sighed, the sound like a miniature hurricane inside Zane’s head. Your senses are impaired and will remain so until you give your body what it requires in order to fully repair itself.   
    Zane shook his head as he all but ran out of the condo. Once he was in the privacy of his van, he argued, “My diet has not changed in years, and never before have I been unable to smell human blood.”
    Trust me, my child, I know what you need. Now leave here. The city awaits you.
    “And the scourge of the earth contained within.”
    Beggars cannot be—
    “I am no beggar,” Zane snarled.
    No? I seem to recall you begging for the attention of a certain human earlier this day.
    Growling low in his throat, Zane started the engine and cranked the stereo.
    Blodbad laughed.
    Zane gnashed his teeth as he stomped on the gas. He would gladly gorge himself tonight if for no other reason than to be free of the annoyance that was his creator.

Chapter 10
     
    I’m dead.  
    The luminous glow surrounding her had to be the proverbial light coaxing her on. 
    With a soft whimper that quickly turned into a loud grumble, Lacey opened her eyes and discovered it wasn’t Heaven beckoning to her but Hell in the form of a new day not so subtly telling her to get her ass out of bed.
    Shielding her eyes from the sunshine spotlight coming through the window, Lacey glanced at the alarm clock and did a double take when she saw it was two-thirty in the afternoon. Thanks to the major crash resulting from the previous afternoon’s sugar overload, she’d slept for almost twenty-three hours.
    Not that there was anything else to do.
    She was actually starting to look forward to school; at least then she’d have homework. But the start of her senior year was still a week away. Seven more days of...what? Overdoses of junk food followed by marathon sleeping?
    Thrashing her legs, Lacey kicked off the comforter, making Casper—who had been underneath it—shoot off the bed like a white fireball. She whipped around, slammed her feet down on the floor. “I’ll be batshit crazy by then,” she grumbled, swiping the back of her hand across her damp forehead as she stood up.  
    Lacey stomped over to the window. After a couple of shakes and a string of obscenities she managed to pry it open. Leaning against the sill, she sighed as a gentle breeze cooled her heated skin. It had to be at least ninety degrees outside—and in.
    Of course the house would hold heat only when she didn’t want it to.
    Her gaze drifted down to the gravel driveway where her scooter stood alone. She wondered how many towns Clint had given a paper makeover to so far. Quite a few she imagined, knowing he’d want to get as many covered as he could before he started his new job at the poultry plant. 
    Closing her eyes, Lacey listened for a few moments to a Blue Jay’s boisterous, hawk-like call before heading into the grungy bathroom. She was as reluctant to use it as she was spending some of what little money she had, but she had no choice in either matter. She needed a shower and boredom