Page 39 of Wolf Blood

"I feel likealmostis the most important part of what you just said. He didn't struggle this much. How many of the turned vampires you guys failed to rehab did?"

The way his jaw clenched told me I didn't want him to answer.

I already knew, and it wasn’t good news for me

Lifting me away from the wall, Rhone set me on my feet. "We're going to eat tacos."

"No thanks. I'm not in the mood to throw up Mexican food right now."

"It wasn't a question."

I scowled. "I'd like to see you try to force-feed me a taco."

"So would I."

Rhone cupped my face, catching me off guard with the sudden touch. His thumb dragged under my bottom lip before he slipped it into my mouth. I understood what he was doing when the taste of his blood set every one of my senses on fire.

It took three more swipes of his thumb beneath my lip and over my tongue to clean the rest of the blood off.

I was ridiculously turned on by the time he finally put an arm around my waist and used it to drag me out of the observation room and into the hallway.

CHAPTER EIGHT

harper

We satat a table in the far back corner of the tower's food court.

Rhone had looked extremely unhappy to be there since the moment we walked in, and ignored greetings from a handful of people. I didn't particularly care that he was probably hurting their feelings, but the human instinct to wave back in apology for his brutishness was impossible to ignore.

Maybe it was more social training than instinct.

At least I still had one human part of me.

Rhone had forced me to go through the food line with him to choose a taco, loading up his own plate in the process. He didn't like socializing, but only a true monster could hate tacos.

Like me.

Not that it was the tacos’ fault. The problem was me, not them.

When we sat down and he lifted the taco to my mouth, I reluctantly grabbed it from him and forced myself to take a small bite.

He was satisfied by that, so he worked on his own food while I tried not to make awkward eye contact with the massive crowd of werewolves Ididn't know.

Most of them gave us a wide berth, but I was pretty sure that was because of Rhone, not me.

Ryker winked when I made eye contact.He'd already healed fully, so Rhone couldn't have done too much damage.

I didn't dare wink back, but nodded.

If I ever tried anything with him again, including friendship, I was almost positive he wouldn’t survive it.

The women I'd gossiped with in the elevator made eye contact too. They gestured to me, then to their hair, mouthing something that looked like,"I LOVE IT."

When I mouthed back athank you, Rhone's attention jerked over his shoulder, a half-eaten taco still in his hand.

The women waved at him, and he looked back at me.

"I think they were complimenting my hair," I said.