Chapter 7
Felix
I was floating. There was no other way to describe it.
Severin’s bite had been… pleasant. No, that wasn’t quite the right word for how mind blowing it had been.
I felt like my nerves had an orgasm. My body still tingled from pleasure as he removed his fangs.
I let my eyes meet his and saw the usual blue irises were taken over by a deep red, but in those red eyes I saw so much.
“Mine,” Severin growled, holding onto my waist possessively.
I’d never experienced this before with my other masters.
Granted they never fed from my neck before either, it was normally done from the wrist. But Severin had been different from the others since the first time I saw him.
I liked that he’d bit my neck. I had wanted him to.
“Yours,” I agreed, figuring his vampiric senses had taken over and he now saw me as a sort of possession. I didn’t have much experience dealing with an out-of-control vampire, but I figured going along with whatever he needed seemed in my best interest.
My vision started to blur suddenly. Had he taken too much blood? I blinked, trying in vain to clear my vision, but I failed. Then I felt my body slumping before everything turned dark.
“No!” Severin yelled, making me flinch awake. I tried to recall what had happened to me. I could feel the worst headache ever, and my body felt exhausted.
“This is not normal! Even you should know that!” That voice was Peter’s. Why was I asleep in a room with those two? I tried opening my eyes, but they were too heavy.
“I felt it! He is mine!”
Peter groaned. It sounded exasperated and I could hear him pacing the floor, or maybe that was Severin? “Fated matings end in mutual orgasms, brother. Not with one fainting!”
“I do not know why he fainted, Peter! But I am telling you. He. Is. Mine!”
Okay this was getting way too weird.
I tried moving my body, somehow telling them I was awake. But it hurt and I groaned out in pain instead.
Wind flew around my face, likely from Severin running to my side at the speed of light. “My heart, are you well?”
“What?” I slurred. Did he just call me his heart?
“How are you feeling?” Peter asked me.
I decided to ignore the weird way Severin was acting and answered with another slurred reply, “Horrible.”
Severin whimpered, like my agony was somehow his to bear.
The sound of the door banging open reached me and then a female voice spoke. “Here! Move your asses!” I felt them move around me and then something prodded my lips. “Drink this, hon. It will help.” I did just that, trusting the kind voice I believed to be Dina’s. “That’s it. You’re doing so well.”
I liked her already.
My headache faded away slowly, and soon, I was able to open my eyes and see them. There was no one else in the room, which I was grateful for. The three of them stood and stared with bated breaths. Severin was the first to move closer. “How do you feel now?”
I must have imagined the endearment before, maybe I had been too out of it and started hearing things.
“Better,” I replied, giving him a soft smile. I felt a tad embarrassed over fainting. I had never fainted before from a feeding, or ever really.
Severin’s relief was obvious. His smile, blinding as he tentatively stroked my hair away from my eyes. Okay, I was still in the ‘am-I-imagining-this-shit-or-not’ zone.
“Do you know why you fainted?” Peter asked, ignoring Severin’s glare.
Shaking my head, I winced at the pain it brought forward.
“How do you normally feel after a feeding?” the woman I thought to be Dina asked.
“Normal,” I replied. “But they drank from my wrist.”
“So, you never fed them from your neck?” she asked.
“No.”
She sent a glare at Severin. “Perhaps feeding from the wrist would’ve been the appropriate thing to do.”
Severin glared right back at her. “I needed to feed from his neck, Dina. I had no control over my body. I told you this!”
So, she was Dina, the Castle Boss. She was also a witch. Witches recognized witches, meaning she knew I was one too.
“Can I have a word with Dina? Alone?” I interrupted, needing to beg for her silence.
I could tell Severin wanted to argue, but Peter simply dragged him out of the room.
He closed it behind them. With them gone, Dina sat down on a chair next to my bed.
“Remember they can hear everything, hon.” I gave her a smile at that, then mimed writing.
She hurried over to my dresser where someone—likely Severin—had placed my notebook.
She handed it over along with a pen and I sat up and began to write.
Don’t tell them what I am. Please.
“Oh, hon. Of course. May I ask why?”
I nodded then wrote.
I take some potions to do what I do. I would prefer no one knew about it.
This time she frowned and took the pen and wrote.
I need to know more about these potions.
“Okay,” I replied, out loud. “When, where?”
She called out. “Peter? Take Severin out of earshot and wait for me to text you.”
Her phone dinged, so she pulled it out of her pants and nodded.
“They are too far away to overhear. Tell me.” I had to believe her interest in the potions was because she felt territorial over Severin.
Wanting to keep him safe. I could only tell her the truth, hoping I could trust her.
I felt like I needed to, fainting wasn’t normal and now I feared I’d done something that could potentially hurt me.
I decided to just let it out quickly. “I make potions that cause my blood to taste better.”
“That’s it?” she asked after a beat of silence, like she somehow expected more.
I blinked. “I dab a potion onto my skin to enhance my scent, too.”
“But those things shouldn’t have caused you to faint from a feeding. Does the potion you drink contain other abilities than to sweeten your blood?”
“No,” I replied. “I still have no clue why I fainted. Only that Severin had either taken too much, or because it was from my neck.”
“You haven’t lost too much blood, I can tell. And it shouldn’t have made you faint getting bit in the neck either. I’m starting to believe Severin’s theory.”
“Theory?” I questioned, feeling way too tired for guessing.
“He believes you are his fated.”
I blinked. Then I laughed. Then I saw her shocked expression and laughed even harder. Me, fated to one of the eldest vampires? I should be so lucky.
“I believe him to be right,” she added, her voice held a bit of anger now, so I stopped my laughing.
“But why? Because I fainted?”
“No. Because your blood affected him too.”
“That’s the potion. All my masters liked my sweet blood. It’s what I’m known for,” I argued.
“Even so, I’ve known Severin for twenty years. I trust his judgement. Remember how old he is. If he says you’re his, then, honey, you likely are.”