Page 102 of Wolf Blood

I hadn't had a nightmare about his death in the entire time I'd been with Rhone.

I actually slept when I was with him.

My chest tightened at the reminder of the man I had killed.

It had been two weeks since I thought about him.

About the way the life drained from his eyes.

The way the color slowly left his skin.

I breathed out slowly and managed to get out one word. The same one I'd already used. "Yeah.”

"Rhone still has you working as a secretary, doesn't he?" the guy asked, completely unaware of the way I was losing my mental shit.

"We don't need to talk about Rhone," Bloom said quickly.

"He's trying. Hasn't accepted that I can't go back to it." My voice strained.

"Have you thought about getting a different job? When we were working with other turned vampires in the past, having something to do regularly usually helped. There are always things to do around the tower, so—" His gaze lifted, and he cut himself off.

Bloom looked where he was looking, and she went pale.

I finally turned my head… and found Rhone striding across the massive dining area, looking absolutely livid.

"Shit," Bloom whispered.

I rose to my feet. "I'll deal with him."

"I can—" she started, but I was already covering the ground between us, trying to look more irritated than shaken up.

"What are you doing here?" I called out. "I told you I was going to mate with someone else, remember?"

"I said no," he called back.

There were eyes on us.

So many eyes.

I wasn't sure how he'd respond to that, or how furious he'd be that people were watching. He had a serious issue with PDA, as the kiss situation had proven.

When we'd almost reached each other, his nostrils flared.

His eyes began to glow.

I stopped abruptly.

Rhone didn't.

"Holy fuck," Bloom breathed behind me.

Rhone crashed into me, spinning me around as he took me to the floor. It caught me off guard so severely that I didn't try to fight him.

He took my weight, so the fall didn't hurt. My face collided with his hand, blocking my nose from the tile, and he held me up with a hand to my hip.

Then, he sank his fangs into the back of my neck.

My lips parted as liquid heat blazed through me, my need overwhelming. My hips arched, pressing my ass to his erection, and he snarled against the back of my neck as he released my skin.