I watch as the body I was supporting drops helplessly to the ground. Pathetic. I wipe my hand across the blood dripping down my chin and signal the guards to take the body away. I’m out of breath, and I take a moment to stabilize myself. I realize I feel quite full but the thirst at the back of my throat hasn’t been soothed at all. At this rate, I just know I would be throwing up later.“Where’s Abel?” I direct my question at the guard standing by the door nearest to me.“The king called him into his chamber, Miss.”“Just him?”“Yes, Miss.” I wonder what that’s about. Whatever they’re talking about must be really important for it to have taken this long.Whatever it’s about, Abel must be seething right now; sitting at a spot for long stretches was never really his thing. That too, after returning home for the first time in months. The thought makes my lips slightly curl up.Another thought flashes through my mind. What if Abel is being reprimanded? Maybe the king found out about our actions at the Werewolf capital. Or the addiction? The thoughts make my appetite Anadolu Yakası Escort swell again and I ask for another human to be brought in.‘That isn’t the problem, and you know it.’ I think to myself.I ignore my thoughts and focus on the feeble girl being brought in. She’s struggling weakly with the guards and she looks quite young. Not exactly my type, but a beggar isn’t allowed to choose. I run my hand down her neck while she kicks and struggles helplessly. Her pulse triggers me and I feel my fangs elongate while her eyes widen in fear. I smile.Most vamps have an emotion they want to taste from the person they’re feeding on. Mine is fear. Abel’s is lust.“You’re very smart to be afraid. I like that.” She whimpers as I sniff her neck predatorily and lets out a cry when I graze her skin. I lick the drops that form out of the snip. She cringes. I take a step back to look at her, my eyes zeroing in on the tears that are now rolling down her cheek. She’s really very young. I hate that fact and it makes me step away Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan from her fully.“Are there no more adults you can get me?”The guards nod and begin to drag her away. “Send her to my house. Tell my grandfather I told you to.”“Yes, Miss.”I turn away from the sight of her being ushered out. I’ve done my one good deed for the day, I hope I get rewarded for it. The clock isn’t helping my anxiety. This meeting is taking forever and I need to feed, so badly. My throat starts to get much more parched, and I consider going into that room to pull him out myself. ‘Control yourself, Rayne.’ I sigh.Suddenly, I feel him behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles his face into my neck. I close my eyes and welcome his familiar embrace. “Why are you stealing water from my house, Rayne?”I smile. “You could surely spare more than a few bottles for me, I hope?”He nuzzles further into my neck. “Mm. Take whatever. I’m hungry.” I feel his fangs nip at my skin.“Abel, not here…they’ll see.” I Escort Anadolu Yakası chastise.He is relentless. “What? Do you really think they haven’t seen us before? I’m sure even my father knows that we do this.” When he sees that I’m quiet, he speaks up again. “What can they do to the prince to stop him from doing what he wants? And what could they possibly do to my princess?”I feel something rise up in my throat but figure out that it’s really just all the fluid I’ve been wolfing down. Actions and their consequences. I push past him and make my way to the bathroom.I feel him hold my hair while I empty my stomach and I give him a thumbs up. I hear him snicker in response. “I hate you, Ray. How could you perfectly feed while I was nearly starving for three months because I missed you.”I feel my heart clench at his words. I try to speak, but I just end up throwing up some more. “I’m still here. Finish up, then you talk.” A few minutes later, I get up and flush the toilet. I look at him to leave so I clean up but he just stands and glares at me. “I’m not leaving. Don’t even ask.”I ignore him and begin to rinse my mouth and my face. I feel much better once I finish and I follow him out of the bathroom.“What was it you wanted to…” Abel presses a hand to his neck and feels the wetness seeping out, he looks at the weapon in my hand, a small pen knife, and back at me again. “Rayne, what are you…?”