Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 85552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I sprinted to them as Xander laid Leeta on the ground. “What can I do?”
Xander spoke between rapid breaths, “She can’t move her legs and she’s having a hard time speaking,”
I extended my arm. “Cut my wrist so I can give her my blood.”
Xander’s bottom lip quivered. “What much could it do for a human?”
“I heard that domina blood has been used for balms and cuts. . .maybe. . .”
Xander slowly nodded. “What else can we do, but try? I will give her yours and mine.”
My blood has to help. Please let it help.
Xander pushed his fangs out. Sharp ivory tips peeked from his lips. Without hesitation, he grabbed my hand and pierced my wrist.
A lusty swirl of desire sparked at the bite, spread up my arm, sank within my chest, and hit me directly in the bundle of nerves between my thighs.
I moaned as dark red blood seeped out of the wound.
Xander’s nostrils flared.
His golden eyes glowed.
I didn’t know if it was due to my blood or arousal, but our priorities in that moment shifted in seconds from urgent survival to lust.
A low rumble pulsed from his chest.
He formed his fingers into tight fists and closed his eyes. The scent of my blood lingered between us. Hunger creased every edge of his chiseled face, but he did not move.
“Focus on healing Leeta.” I struggled to not lick my lips.
What is wrong with us?
Destruction flooded the area. A woman that Xander loved like his mother balanced on the edge of life and death. And here we were, aroused and drowning in bloodlust.
His bite is becoming too addictive. I’ll have to wean myself away when we separate.
Growling, Xander placed my wrist to Leeta’s mouth and directed his golden eyes to me.
To my surprise, Leeta clamped both of her hands onto my wrist and greedily drank.
His voice scraped against my mind. Separate? Never!
I flinched as his sandpaper words cut through me.
We agreed that I would leave you alone in Freemont.
His voice rubbed against me harder. The town is destroyed. Now, you’ll stay with me.
“Stop,” I said through clenched teeth. “You’re hurting me. I’ll have a headache if you don’t relax your thoughts.”
“I’m sorry.” His voice disappeared from my head. He looked away.
“I’ll figure out what I will do later.”
He sighed.
“For now, we need to focus.” I gazed down at Leeta as her drinking changed from tender sipping to ravenous gulps.
I was certain my domina blood held some healing properties for humans. Hopefully, I could repair enough of Leeta’s injuries to give us time to take her to a true healer.
Suddenly, she pulled harder with her mouth. Her demanding tugs drew my blood to her at a fleeting pace.
“Ow!” My wrist ached. I swayed back a little.
“Enough, Leeta!” Xander yanked my hand away from her mouth. “Too much of Camille’s blood will make you sick.”
She whimpered with blood-smudged lips. “More. . .”
I blinked.
Leeta collapsed against Xander. “More. . .”
“Hold on.” Xander sniffed. “I think I can smell. . .her healing.”
“No.” I tensed. “Already?”
In seconds, new brown skin emerged from the scarred flesh and burns on her face.
Umm. . .
Long silky gray strands sprouted from her scorched scalp and lengthened until her hair fell down to the ground and glimmered in the fire’s light.
It’s working. . .much better than I thought.
But that wasn’t the last of the shocking reveal.
Slowly Leeta’s gray hair transformed to a dark brown. She exhaled and inhaled while focusing her eyes on me. “More. . .”
Oh my goddess.
Chapter 15
Different
Camille
Right before our eyes, Leeta’s crumpled form began to shimmer and soften, as if liquefying from within. Her wounds melted away and her body grew younger and healthier with every passing second, until before our eyes she was restored to full health, vitality and youth—a resurrection of miraculous proportions.
I blinked a few times to make sure I’d actually witnessed it. “Is she. . .supposed to heal this quickly?”
“I have avoided domina blood all my life.” Terror filled Xander’s golden eyes. “But I have heard stories. . .”
“What stories?”
“I’ve heard stories of after days of drinking domina blood a person felt better, but I’ve heard no tale about instant healing.”
Panic flooded my chest. I touched her face, slipping my hands down her perfect, soft skin. “I’ve never had another human drink my blood.”
Xander held a shocked expression. He directed his eyes to the wound around my wrist. “With vampire blood, I know that minor scrapes are cured in hours. Really bad injuries take days to heal with our blood.”
“Not seconds?”
“Never.”
Xander glided his finger against the bite marks on my wrist. “I knew. . .”
My heartbeats picked up. “What?”
“I knew something was different about you. I couldn’t wait to taste your body. . .your blood.” He licked his lips. “I knew. . .”
I gazed down at my wrist. “But. . .am I really that different?”