Tessa’s POV
“Drink from me…” I said again in a raspy whisper.
Joseph’s entire demeanor changed in an instant. He froze and I felt his hesitation. My heart was pounding at a rapid speed against my chest, and I wanted more than anything for him to be satisfied. I wanted him to feed from me. I wanted him to turn me into one of those blood slaves so I could be bound to him and become immortal, that way I could be with him for the rest of eternity.
But when he pulled away and looked at me with uncertainty in his eyes, I felt my heart nearly shattering. I suddenly felt cold, and I could feel his withdrawal.
“This had gone too far,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “I can’t drink from you.”
“Why not?” I pleaded to him, hearing and hating the desperation in my own voice. “I want you to…”
I reach
