Chapter 9
Someone was beating a Drakem inside of Tarryn’s eyeballs. Her head screamed in agony as she tried to look around. She felt dizzy and drained, hungover almost. The room was dark with the exception of a small lamp on a far table casting a faint synthetic candle light over everything.
Looking around, she realized she was naked, as was the stunning man draped on his stomach next to her, one arm pinning her across the waist, his silvery blonde hair covering his face. She arched her eyes at the faint light bathing his curvy backend and muscular build. The spikes behind her eyes, though, didn’t allow her to think for very long.
It had been five weeks since the night in the ballroom. Drake had only taken blood from her on one other occasion, he was worried about how weak she was getti
