Chapter 15
“Wake up, Delmarre. Wake up. You have to, it’s important.”
“I can’t. I’m sorry, I just can’t.”
“You can, you know you can. Don’t tell me no now, not now.”
Delmarre groaned, then stretched her limbs out as far as they would go. It was one of those really awesome stretches, the kinds that made a girl feel like her whole body was rejuvenated all at one time. Her whole body gave a little shiver of pleasure, and for what had to be the thousandth time she marveled at the fact that a human body could feel this way.
Well, not strictly human, she couldn’t quite say that anymore, could she? That fateful scene in Lucas’ warehouse had seen to that. She had offered her blood to Jackson freely, and he’d taken everything he needed. He’d drunk and as he did so, his body had reformed itself
