By Colleen Foley
I remember little after Seth stuck me. Razor
sharp flashes of half formed thoughts searing behind eyes that wouldn’t
close. Etiquette demanding that I not beat him bloody, I clenched my
fists and tried to think. My mind was already weary with struggling to
maintain.
I felt as if someone had poured adrenaline straight into all my major organs; every part of me was hard…eager. Restraint unraveling seam by seam…
“your blood…permission. And your help. Please.”
Seth stepped back as I growled. I shook my head hard. Tried again and managed to spit out one word, hoping he’d understand.
“GO.”
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