Chapter 44
Chapter Forty-Four
Santiago
Pleasure tingles from my neck where Rafael’s fangs penetrate my skin. He’s drinking messily, with a tinge of desperation. At least my blood is not poisoned anymore. It’s not as strong as it should be, but I can help. I have to help.
There’s nothing cool or collected in the way Rafael drinks from me, no distance, no walls between our minds. I feel his pleasure and worry and need mixing with mine and I’m too raw to try to keep the distance myself. He might hate me for it later, but I just can’t. Not right now.
I need him. Need to feel him, his strength and bond.
Samantha’s wrist heals over again and I lift her wrist to my mouth to bite again. If I can’t resist licking some of her blood in the midst of it, who can blame me. She certainly doesn’t notice, and neither does Rafael.
I move Samantha’s wrist back over Patricia’s throat and watch as the blood spills over her skin. She’s pale as death and I can’t say I’m sorry about that. There’s a mess of emotions swirling where her bond was, but I’m not sad it’s gone. I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long. To be free of her.
Rafael sucks harder and my thoughts focus on him. I don’t know why he’s going along with this madness to heal Patricia, but it got Samantha drinking, so I’m not going to argue. Her bond feels steadier now. Our combined blood is helping her.
A soft gasp has me looking over at the woman kneeling next to Samantha. They know each other. Samantha’s eyes lit up when she saw her, and Rafael knew her too. Otherwise, he would have torn her head off when she charged to Samantha’s side.
I move my gaze to whatever the woman is staring at with her creepy purple eyes and stifle a gasp of my own. Black venom is slowly fading from Patricia’s throat where Samantha’s blood covers it. She’s not moving, though, not healing, and vicious glee spikes through me.
I still hope she dies, for good this time.