me a master vampire’s blood would heal me over time, turn me into something unheard of. A mixture of angel and vamp, but like never seen before. Kaitlyn, I wanted to live, but I never betrayed you. I wouldn’t.”
“Does Ren’s blood help?” I question as Henry turns to me, linking our fingers. Memories of Henry’s lips on mine, his body pressed against me in his room, flash into my mind, and my cheeks redden as he comes closer like he can read my thoughts.
“Yes,” he answers, and slowly he reaches up, gliding his hand through my hair to the back of my neck. I arch my neck to look up at him as he leans down and kisses me. My hands instantly grip his shirt, tugging him closer as his lips devour mine with a possessive claim I’m helpless to deny.
I want to be mad at him...but I can’t. He only wanted to save his own life, and he hasn’t hurt me. Not really.
“Sorry to interrupt, but my roast beef sandwiches are going to get cold,” Myles’s amused voice drawls, and Henry breaks away first, spinning around in front of me to face Myles holding a wicker basket. Henry’s wings flicker out as black energy builds up around his hands. I climb under Henry’s wing, placing my hand on his chest as Myles keeps talking. “No need to attack this big bad wolf. I’m the one bringing the food this time, not Red Riding Hood.”
“Henry, this is Myles. He saved my life and came here to protect me,” I tell Henry, who briefly looks at me before glaring at Myles once more.
A low chuckle vibrates from Henry’s chest. “I’m sure the wolf did.”
“Henry,” I warn, pleading with him to cool it.
“Where am I?” I hear a deep voice grumble, and I forget the two plonkers on the balcony as I open the door and run to Thallon, who smiles when he sees me.
Thank god he is alive.
Chapter 36
Biting my nails, I look between Myles and Thallon as they awkwardly stare at me for answers I can’t give them right now. Thallon can’t put any weight on his leg for at least a week, and he still is so weak that he needs a lot of help. Which means leaving him in Myles’s care...and Myles and Thallon haven’t said more than two words to each other yet. Not that Thallon has talked much since he woke up, he mainly sleeps and drifts in and out. “Are you sure you two will be alright for the day?”
“You have class, get a move on. I will look after your friend,” Myles states, adding more emphasis on the word friend than needed. “I will only leave to find you food.”
“I’m going to be the size of a house if you keep cooking for me, Myles,” I warn him with a smile. His sandwiches and cake he made for me and the guys last night was to die for. Looking between them both one more time, I slip my shoes on and head outside into the corridor where Henry is waiting for me, resting against the door.
“Morning, darlin’. Have you tried flying with those wings yet?” Henry asks, pushing up off the wall. “I could teach you after class if you wanted.” His arm presses into mine as we walk down the corridor, and I grin at him.
“If you want to be my teacher, go ahead,” I suggest. “I will warn you, I suck at being a good student.”
He laughs and says something, but suddenly everything goes blurry and my heart pounds in my chest. Sucking in a deep breath, I stumble, and Henry catches me. I can’t focus on anything but my fast-beating heart and the deep ache in my throat until it vanishes, leaving me as confused as Henry looks worried. “When did you last feed, darlin’?”
“I-I haven’t,” I stammer, and Henry helps me straighten up. A few vampires at the end of the corridor stop to stare at me and Henry before walking past, their angels on chains following after them. “Feed? Like blood?”
“You aren’t just an angel anymore. You will die if you don’t drink blood,” Henry warns, gritting his teeth. “Problem is, you need fresh blood that isn’t a vampire. Like an angel or even a wolf.”
“I’m not using my friends as a snack!” I hiss, shaking my head and storming away from Henry before he can bring this topic up again. “There must be blood bags somewhere.”
“Yep, with Ren.