more time I spent with Peter, the more of my naivety I
accidentally revealed.
Chapter
Six
Once the tension
showed no sign of dissipating, Peter announced he was going to get
a car. As he left, he muttered something about not being able to
bear squashing himself into a backseat with me and Carl again. I
chewed my nails in agitation while he was gone, worrying he
wouldn’t return. I lay on my bed and wondered about how much being
my man slave was affecting Carl. Peter said the enthralled didn’t
last long, but I didn’t know if that was because they kept getting
drained or worse—their brains couldn’t hold up to the mind
control.
The good thing
about worrying about Carl was that it distracted me from other
things. Like what Eddie was, the fact he knew my grandmother and
his enigmatic mentions of a Seer. Then, of course, there was the
little fact I was planning on walking straight into a vampire bar
and pretty much demanding that a hungry killer do me a
favour.
“Ava,” murmured
Carl, startling me out of my reverie.
“What’s wrong?” I
said, turning around to look at him. “Oh, shit.”
With a dopey grin
etched on his face and a sharp kitchen knife in his hand, Carl
stumbled toward me, blood flowing steadily down his neck. I froze
as he shut the door behind him, closing us into the bedroom
together. The scent of his blood hit me, and all of a sudden, I was
ravenous.
“Please, Carl, go
away, you don’t know what you’re doing!” My fangs shot out—I
couldn’t help it. The cross around my neck had eased my thirst for
a while, but an open vein in front of me undid all of its good
work. Despite my pleas, Carl kept coming at me, not stopping until
his body loomed over mine on the bed. I didn’t know what to do, so
I closed my eyes, put one hand over my mouth and screamed, pushing
at him frantically. I felt his blood drip onto my fingers. Warm,
vital and oh, so tempting. I’m bigger than this, I told
myself.
“Get away from
me!” I yelled, managing to push him back with my knees. It gave me
enough space to roll over, and I hoped the blood wouldn’t
accidentally fall into my mouth. I was tempted, though—so much
fresh blood, right there, going to waste. I ached for it, but I
knew that if I started, I wouldn’t stop.
“Come on, Ava,”
Carl said, pulling me over and onto my back with ridiculous ease.
He was unnaturally strong, and it seemed as though the more that I
backed away, the more he pushed.
Tears poured down
my eyes as I fought wildly against the urge to lap his blood off my
fingers. I clamped my clean hand over my fangs as hard as I could,
and hit out blindly with my other arm. I connected, but Carl didn’t
falter for a second.
He pinned my arm
down and struggled to pull my hand away from my mouth. It took all
of my strength to resist him, but I knew it was only a matter of
time before I gave in.
“Please, stop!” I
let out a sob, unable to understand why he wasn’t obeying me. Carl
was turning out to be the worst minion ever.
Just as I felt my
resolve weakening, Peter burst through the bedroom door, his eyes
wide, probably in disgust at seeing my fangs. I knew he was going
to kill me, and part of me wanted him to. I couldn’t fight anymore.
Carl was still struggling to force his blood on me as Peter grabbed
his shoulders and wrestled him to the ground. I tried to lie still
and ignore the sounds of both men fighting—I needed to get a grip
on myself and contain the thirst. My whole body shuddered with
fear. I had been seconds away from giving in, seconds away from
becoming the monster everyone already thought I was. I counted the
cracks in the ceiling, finding comfort in the numbers.
A hand touched my
shoulder. Faster than I could think, I was huddled in the corner,
my back against the wall.
Peter stared at
me, confused and even a little concerned. “Are you okay?” he asked,
holding his hands out toward me like he didn’t know what else to
do.
I nodded but
stayed
accidentally revealed.
Chapter
Six
Once the tension
showed no sign of dissipating, Peter announced he was going to get
a car. As he left, he muttered something about not being able to
bear squashing himself into a backseat with me and Carl again. I
chewed my nails in agitation while he was gone, worrying he
wouldn’t return. I lay on my bed and wondered about how much being
my man slave was affecting Carl. Peter said the enthralled didn’t
last long, but I didn’t know if that was because they kept getting
drained or worse—their brains couldn’t hold up to the mind
control.
The good thing
about worrying about Carl was that it distracted me from other
things. Like what Eddie was, the fact he knew my grandmother and
his enigmatic mentions of a Seer. Then, of course, there was the
little fact I was planning on walking straight into a vampire bar
and pretty much demanding that a hungry killer do me a
favour.
“Ava,” murmured
Carl, startling me out of my reverie.
“What’s wrong?” I
said, turning around to look at him. “Oh, shit.”
With a dopey grin
etched on his face and a sharp kitchen knife in his hand, Carl
stumbled toward me, blood flowing steadily down his neck. I froze
as he shut the door behind him, closing us into the bedroom
together. The scent of his blood hit me, and all of a sudden, I was
ravenous.
“Please, Carl, go
away, you don’t know what you’re doing!” My fangs shot out—I
couldn’t help it. The cross around my neck had eased my thirst for
a while, but an open vein in front of me undid all of its good
work. Despite my pleas, Carl kept coming at me, not stopping until
his body loomed over mine on the bed. I didn’t know what to do, so
I closed my eyes, put one hand over my mouth and screamed, pushing
at him frantically. I felt his blood drip onto my fingers. Warm,
vital and oh, so tempting. I’m bigger than this, I told
myself.
“Get away from
me!” I yelled, managing to push him back with my knees. It gave me
enough space to roll over, and I hoped the blood wouldn’t
accidentally fall into my mouth. I was tempted, though—so much
fresh blood, right there, going to waste. I ached for it, but I
knew that if I started, I wouldn’t stop.
“Come on, Ava,”
Carl said, pulling me over and onto my back with ridiculous ease.
He was unnaturally strong, and it seemed as though the more that I
backed away, the more he pushed.
Tears poured down
my eyes as I fought wildly against the urge to lap his blood off my
fingers. I clamped my clean hand over my fangs as hard as I could,
and hit out blindly with my other arm. I connected, but Carl didn’t
falter for a second.
He pinned my arm
down and struggled to pull my hand away from my mouth. It took all
of my strength to resist him, but I knew it was only a matter of
time before I gave in.
“Please, stop!” I
let out a sob, unable to understand why he wasn’t obeying me. Carl
was turning out to be the worst minion ever.
Just as I felt my
resolve weakening, Peter burst through the bedroom door, his eyes
wide, probably in disgust at seeing my fangs. I knew he was going
to kill me, and part of me wanted him to. I couldn’t fight anymore.
Carl was still struggling to force his blood on me as Peter grabbed
his shoulders and wrestled him to the ground. I tried to lie still
and ignore the sounds of both men fighting—I needed to get a grip
on myself and contain the thirst. My whole body shuddered with
fear. I had been seconds away from giving in, seconds away from
becoming the monster everyone already thought I was. I counted the
cracks in the ceiling, finding comfort in the numbers.
A hand touched my
shoulder. Faster than I could think, I was huddled in the corner,
my back against the wall.
Peter stared at
me, confused and even a little concerned. “Are you okay?” he asked,
holding his hands out toward me like he didn’t know what else to
do.
I nodded but
stayed
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