Sitting on the bed, I stare at my swollen foot in silence, contemplating what Eros’s voice just told me. The sunlight is falling onto both pendants around my neck, making white and turquoise lights dance on the wall each time I make the slightest move.
I should have remembered that on my own. The better question is, how didn’t I when I’ve lived through it already? I know what that vampire is feeling right now. The burning feeling at the pit of his stomach, a feeling the taste of my blood left. That’s what it was like for Eros each time the full moon was close enough for his Dark one to start torturing him even more.
I never would’ve known about that, if it wasn’t for the bond. He never spoke about how hard it really was not to drain me of my blood every time he was near me. I found
