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JARIS
I didn’t know what was wrong with me.
Everything was suddenly heightened.
My emotions. Thoughts. And this. This uncontrollable hunger for Lyric Harper.
I’d woken up with this strangest craving for her. I badly needed to see her face, and it was as though, I’d lose my mind if I didn’t.
It was the reason I went to her room this morning to check on her.
After our argument, I couldn’t concentrate at the office and had to go get her from TCH. She didn’t even know I’d been waiting in my car for three hours before the end of her shift, and it had been a real struggle not to barge in there while she was still working.
I wanted her close to me. To see her face, enjoy her luscious caramel scent and those smiles that were my favorite.
When I had the strange attack in the car, all I wanted to do was hold her.
She didn’t make it any easy on me when she insisted on following me to my room. And she just kept talking… making those lips really tempting.
I tried to tell myself to wait for nighttime when she’d take the pill. But three hours suddenly seemed too far.
The hunger became impossible to control.
And here we were.
My lips on hers.
My hand yanking her hair.
With one hand around her waist.
She was very shocked and didn’t reciprocate the kiss, but she didn’t try to push me away.
At least, not until six seconds later when she had let me kiss the fuck out of her.
Well, it wasn’t as deep as I wanted because the time wasn’t enough, but it was enough to quell a little of this hunger in me.
She took multiple steps back, her hand rising to her lips. But she didn’t wipe them. She just looked very shocked.
Now that it was over, the weight of my action dawned on me.
I just kissed Lyric. For the first time when she was conscious.
Seconds passed. We didn’t say a word to each other. But if she stayed here any longer, there was no telling what I migi
“I-” She nervously brushed some strands of hair behind her ear. “I–I should go.”
I didn’t stop her this time. I watched as she turned around and scurried off.
I took the longest bath, my mind continuously replaying memories of what I did to Lyric. And majorly, how I wanted to do it to her again. And even more.
This was starting to get serious. Lyric was starting to get a stronger hold on me–too strong for my liking.
I slept late.
The disturbing dream happened again.
I was feeding on someone, sucking off his blood that was too delicious for my liking.
I tried to stop but it was impossible. The blood tasted like the best meal, and only a fool would want to stop something like
that.
I continued sucking until the victim passed out.
I woke up with the same headache as the previous morning. Memories of the dream replayed in my head, bothering me.
For someone like me, this dream wasn’t a good sign, and I knew I’d have to get checked as soon as possible.
I got ready for work while thinking of Lyric the whole time. I was conflicted between checking up on her and just letting her be. I had a feeling she wouldn’t want to see me, actually.
In the end, I decided to check on her.
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I was fixing the buttons on my shirt when Kael walked in. I noticed he looked very moody, a kind of look I rarely saw on him.
I asked him what was wrong, but he told me not to worry. That was how I knew it was something personal.
After our usual greeting, he told me the reason he came to the room.
“You’re not gonna like this. Another body was found this morning”
My hand froze mid motion, making the last button on my shirt remain undone.
It wasn’t shock. Wasn’t anger. But something else entirely. Something akin to fear
“It has the same pattern from the one you saw last night–no bite marks. Just a cut on the wrist with their blood drained.
The guards are afraid of telling you. They’d been very watchful and didn’t know how that happened”
The whole time, I kept staring at him through the mirror as he spoke.
Grabbing my phones from the table, I started toward the door. “Take me to it.”
“Is that really necessary? It’s just like the one we saw yeste~”
But I was out the door, knowing he’d follow.
We got to the morgue and I ordered the body be brought out. Kael was right. The pattern was the same.
It became clear to me. This wasn’t the Feeders‘ pattern. But it was very very familiar.
Something was wrong.
An uneasy feeling pooled in my stomach, making me overly uncomfortable.
When I left the morgue, I took the driver’s seat. My Beta and head of security were alarmed.
“Find your way home. I need to go somewhere,” I said without looking at them.
“And you don’t need our company?” Nerion tried to protest. “Come on. We could-”
I cut him off by starting the car and sent it speeding ahead. What I had to do was something personal and didn’t need them
with me.
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