her a glass of blood.
“Thank you very much, Mr. Duncan.” She drained it in one gulp. “I don’t suppose you have some juice, do you? I can drink that in a pinch if you have it.”
Duncan looked at her oddly then asked, “What sort of container is a pinch, Miss Zane? I believe we have all kinds of glasses and cups, but I do not believe I have run across a ‘pinch.’”
Zane grinned. “Just a regular glass then. That’ll be fine. Then I’ll take him...what’s him name anyway?”
“Master Aiden St. James. He is brother to Master Tristan and brother-in-law to Mistress Bailey. I believe he is staying here. I can lend you a hand if you so desire. I cannot lift him, but I can lead the way to his lair.”
When Duncan handed her the full glass of orange juice she drank it straight down. It really wouldn’t help her much; she would have had to drink the entire gallon for it to even make a dent in what she needed. But she stood anyway. Reaching down to pull Aiden over her shoulder, she staggered slightly and had to hold onto the wall several times on their trip to the lower levels. When Duncan managed to get the door open with her help, Zane wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to go without rest and blood. When she put Aiden onto his bed she held onto the post of it while she watched Duncan fuss with the man and the blankets.
“Miss, if you do not mind me saying so, you look as if you might be all done in. You could stay here tonight. There are plenty of beds and if you require a sub room, that could be arranged as well. This family is greatly indebted to you.”
Zane looked at the bed. It looked soft and inviting. She didn’t much care for the man there, but the thought of resting even if only for an hour or two, would be well worth being next to him.
“If you could just let me rest for an hour, I’ll sleep here. He is out and won’t notice me. I’m very tired and weak, but I’ll be out before he rises, I promise.”
“I doubt Master Aiden will mind. You did manage to save his life as well. When you are ready to leave I will make sure that you have an ample breakfast to send you on your way with. Have a good rest, Miss Zane.”
As soon as the door closed behind him Zane started having second thoughts. She had never shared a bed with anyone before and was slightly nervous now about sharing one with the huge vamp. She looked down at him in his slumber.
Aiden was very beautiful. Zane supposed that wasn’t the correct word for a man, but it suited him. His dark hair, loose now from his tie at the back, hung down in a cascade of dark silk. The color reminded her of dark, rich coffee she had seen at a few of the coffee shops she’d been by. His eyes, closed now in sleep, were a deep blue with silver around the edges. She knew that when he was pissed, which was what he was around her most of the time, they would darken to the deepest red. His face was a classical one. High cheekbones, long strong jaw. His nose looked like it might have been broken at one time; there was a small bump right in the middle that gave him a devil-may-care look. Long lashes, as dark as his hair, fanned over his cheeks.
When she felt herself reaching for his shirt to open, just to see if he was as solid as he looked, Zane staggered to the bathroom. She wanted to be gone before he woke and if she stood around gawking at him like a lovesick kid she’d still be here when he did.
Turning on the shower tabs and realizing that the shower must have been used recently, she flushed when she realized that it had been him.
Her own wound was still bleeding, though not nearly as bad. She cleaned it as best she could and after wrapping a towel around her body, went into the bedroom, closing the door to the bathroom behind her. The room was black as pitch, but her eyesight was as good as any vampire’s and she moved to the bed without once popping her toe against anything. Taking the towel off and tossing it toward the chair, she
“Thank you very much, Mr. Duncan.” She drained it in one gulp. “I don’t suppose you have some juice, do you? I can drink that in a pinch if you have it.”
Duncan looked at her oddly then asked, “What sort of container is a pinch, Miss Zane? I believe we have all kinds of glasses and cups, but I do not believe I have run across a ‘pinch.’”
Zane grinned. “Just a regular glass then. That’ll be fine. Then I’ll take him...what’s him name anyway?”
“Master Aiden St. James. He is brother to Master Tristan and brother-in-law to Mistress Bailey. I believe he is staying here. I can lend you a hand if you so desire. I cannot lift him, but I can lead the way to his lair.”
When Duncan handed her the full glass of orange juice she drank it straight down. It really wouldn’t help her much; she would have had to drink the entire gallon for it to even make a dent in what she needed. But she stood anyway. Reaching down to pull Aiden over her shoulder, she staggered slightly and had to hold onto the wall several times on their trip to the lower levels. When Duncan managed to get the door open with her help, Zane wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to go without rest and blood. When she put Aiden onto his bed she held onto the post of it while she watched Duncan fuss with the man and the blankets.
“Miss, if you do not mind me saying so, you look as if you might be all done in. You could stay here tonight. There are plenty of beds and if you require a sub room, that could be arranged as well. This family is greatly indebted to you.”
Zane looked at the bed. It looked soft and inviting. She didn’t much care for the man there, but the thought of resting even if only for an hour or two, would be well worth being next to him.
“If you could just let me rest for an hour, I’ll sleep here. He is out and won’t notice me. I’m very tired and weak, but I’ll be out before he rises, I promise.”
“I doubt Master Aiden will mind. You did manage to save his life as well. When you are ready to leave I will make sure that you have an ample breakfast to send you on your way with. Have a good rest, Miss Zane.”
As soon as the door closed behind him Zane started having second thoughts. She had never shared a bed with anyone before and was slightly nervous now about sharing one with the huge vamp. She looked down at him in his slumber.
Aiden was very beautiful. Zane supposed that wasn’t the correct word for a man, but it suited him. His dark hair, loose now from his tie at the back, hung down in a cascade of dark silk. The color reminded her of dark, rich coffee she had seen at a few of the coffee shops she’d been by. His eyes, closed now in sleep, were a deep blue with silver around the edges. She knew that when he was pissed, which was what he was around her most of the time, they would darken to the deepest red. His face was a classical one. High cheekbones, long strong jaw. His nose looked like it might have been broken at one time; there was a small bump right in the middle that gave him a devil-may-care look. Long lashes, as dark as his hair, fanned over his cheeks.
When she felt herself reaching for his shirt to open, just to see if he was as solid as he looked, Zane staggered to the bathroom. She wanted to be gone before he woke and if she stood around gawking at him like a lovesick kid she’d still be here when he did.
Turning on the shower tabs and realizing that the shower must have been used recently, she flushed when she realized that it had been him.
Her own wound was still bleeding, though not nearly as bad. She cleaned it as best she could and after wrapping a towel around her body, went into the bedroom, closing the door to the bathroom behind her. The room was black as pitch, but her eyesight was as good as any vampire’s and she moved to the bed without once popping her toe against anything. Taking the towel off and tossing it toward the chair, she
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