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liked you.”
    “I hate to think about what you’d
do to somebody you didn’t like. You piece of shit.” She kicked him
in the thigh, barely budging him, but being already injured, he
still winced.
    Jacob struggled to sit and pulled off his ripped and
blood-covered shirt. And there it was, the slightest shift in
Sydney’s scent, in her reaction to him. Noah knew without any doubt
that they had been lovers. They had history.
    Noah looked away. If he kept looking at the human,
he’d shift and lose his shit. Jacob had two very big marks against
him. He’d betrayed Sydney and brought her to this place, and he’d
slept with her. The first thing made Noah so livid he had to take
long, deep breaths to stay calm.
    Don’t react. Don’t react. Don’t react. They’ll know
if you react.
    The second thing merely annoyed him. But it annoyed
him pretty strongly. Of course, it was irrational to be upset about
anything Sydney had done with someone else before him. Noah didn’t
even know the circumstances of their encounters. Had he expected
her to remain some pure virgin for him? That would be insane. Of
course he didn’t expect that, especially not when he hadn’t even
been there for her.
    He’d just never thought he’d have to look at the
bastard or bastards she’d been with.
    And it wasn’t as if Sydney knew he was still alive.
She probably had no idea who she was to him. Even without Jacob,
Noah might have his work cut out for him trying to convince her
that she could be happy with the jerk who’d yelled at her in the
exercise yard. There was some big trust-building ahead of them.
Jacob was the least of his problems.
    “ Syd you need to
feed,” Jacob said moving closer to her.
    Her lip curled in disgust. “From
you? Are you kidding me? As if I would ever want to put my fangs inside
of you again. Especially after you electrocuted me with that black
box thing!”
    He’d electrocuted her? Noah was
starting to suspect he was being baited here. There was just too
much for him to react to. He’d reacted too emotionally the first
time he’d seen her. Maybe they suspected it was something more than
the hate he was trying to play off now. Was he being too paranoid?
Maybe, but was there any level of paranoid that was too paranoid
given his current living conditions and the stakes involved in
getting him and Sydney safely to tomorrow night when he might be
strong enough to protect her?
    The cheery robotic voice filled Sydney’s cell.
“We’re going to have to insist that you feed. You need to keep your
strength up.”
    “ This place is
creepy as hell,” Jacob said.
    “ Yeah, thanks
for that. I don’t even have anyone to talk to here. You see that
guy over there?” She pointed at Noah and he let his eyes glow and
fangs come out because it seemed to go with the “look how much I
hate this girl” vibe he was trying to throw out.
    Jacob turned and looked at him,
then scrambled back closer to her. Yeah, you better run you little shit.
    “ That psycho
already threatened me in the yard and basically told me I can’t
talk to anybody here or they might kill me. So not only am I a
prisoner again, now, I don’t even have any friends or people who
love me!”
    Don’t be so sure about that.
    “ And I just
found out I don’t age, so who knows what that
means?”
    “ Come on, Syd.
You’ll feel better when you’ve had some blood.”
    When her fangs came out, Noah found himself torn
between jealousy and hoping she’d lose control and drain the guy.
Sydney glared pointedly at Noah, and he looked away. She didn’t
like anybody watching her. Fine. He didn’t particularly want to
watch her suck neck in front of him, anyway.
    He tried not to imagine it was him
she was drinking and not that stupid boy. The human was close to
their age, but no man would throw someone vulnerable under the bus like
he had Sydney. That was what a boy did.
    Several minutes passed while Noah watched as
inconspicuously as possible with his

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