Beth. Don’t you remember?” Adam asked with concern. “He bandaged my finger and came right in to see you for a good twenty strokes.”
Beth’s eyes filled with tears as she looked up at Adam. “He did?” she barely whispered. How could she not remember it?
“It’s all right,” Adam soothed. “You’ve been through so much, too much. It’s no wonder some things seem vague.”
“I need to see him,” she whimpered, and her gaze rose to Adam’s eyes, pleading with him.
Adam’s returning gaze looked furrowed with worry as he hushed her, saying, “You need sleep, sweetheart. Just get some more sleep.”
Beth trusted her brother above anyone and for him she struggled against the intense fascination she felt to see Trinity again. “All right, Adam.” She gave in and she felt him lean forward to hear her as she closed her eyes with tears drying on her cheeks.
Still, as soon as the door clicked shut behind Adam, Beth opened her eyes again. She moved to sit in the bed, leaning back against the pillows as she pressed her hands together in her lap. Someone had put her dressing gown on and pulled her hair back into a braid. Yet, the last she remembered was lying in bed, naked beneath the covers, while only one of Trinity’s firm hands held her down.
Was it infatuation ? Was that the strange feeling she had to see him again? She’d never been in love. She’d thought herself slightly attracted to Lord Bellingham once, yet nothing close to the feelings churning inside her now. She was nearly embarrassed she could be so overturned.
“He is handsome,” she muttered, twisting her fingers together. “And dangerous.”
Thinking of Trinity made her body ache in places she’d never known could ache with such temptation. But he knew. Lord Trinity knew about where women ached with desire. He’d been attracted to her. She felt it, or confused, she wondered if she’d seen it, when she’d … Oh lord, when she …
“ Drank his blood,” she hissed. She shivered with goose bumps flooding her skin and her fingers grasped the bed linens on either side of her. She realized she knew from swallowing his blood, she knew … “He’s a …” She gulped. “He’s a vampire. ”
Beth’s squeezed her eyes shut. Since she’d tasted Trinity’s blood, she had impressions of things: craving the taste of blood, living in coldness, and unrelenting power. She knew through the effects of his blood, flowing through her, that he’d had a violent past. One that troubled him deeply and which drove him now. She knew he loved his brothers with feelings that were overpowering.
“He fights the greatest temptations with ironclad willpower every second of every day,” she whispered, her fingers curling and uncurling in tension.
Trinity was not really a man. He was a lethal copy that looked like the perfect reflection of a man, but he fed on human blood to stay alive.
“And last night he saved my life,” she said seriously as she moved to get out of bed. She knew, if she could see her back, she’d find the wound was healed and the stitches were already gone. “Because of Trinity’s blood.”
She walked across the room to the drapes covering the glass-paned doors that led out onto a vast, stone courtyard at the back of the mansion. She pulled the heavy draping aside enough to see the sunlight. It was still daylight out and she was glad because she had some intuition that nightfall would make her craving for Trinity’s blood worsen.
She’d drunk the blood of a vampire … and now she was changed. It was unnerving and terrifying. Yet, even as it frightened her, she wanted to show as much strength of will as Trinity showed every minute of his life. He’d told her the way.
“Be stronger than your urges, maiden.”
He expected no less of himself, and oh, how she wanted him to respect her. She looked out into the sunlight wondering if she would ever see him again. She thought not. He was a man not to be interested in the
Beth’s eyes filled with tears as she looked up at Adam. “He did?” she barely whispered. How could she not remember it?
“It’s all right,” Adam soothed. “You’ve been through so much, too much. It’s no wonder some things seem vague.”
“I need to see him,” she whimpered, and her gaze rose to Adam’s eyes, pleading with him.
Adam’s returning gaze looked furrowed with worry as he hushed her, saying, “You need sleep, sweetheart. Just get some more sleep.”
Beth trusted her brother above anyone and for him she struggled against the intense fascination she felt to see Trinity again. “All right, Adam.” She gave in and she felt him lean forward to hear her as she closed her eyes with tears drying on her cheeks.
Still, as soon as the door clicked shut behind Adam, Beth opened her eyes again. She moved to sit in the bed, leaning back against the pillows as she pressed her hands together in her lap. Someone had put her dressing gown on and pulled her hair back into a braid. Yet, the last she remembered was lying in bed, naked beneath the covers, while only one of Trinity’s firm hands held her down.
Was it infatuation ? Was that the strange feeling she had to see him again? She’d never been in love. She’d thought herself slightly attracted to Lord Bellingham once, yet nothing close to the feelings churning inside her now. She was nearly embarrassed she could be so overturned.
“He is handsome,” she muttered, twisting her fingers together. “And dangerous.”
Thinking of Trinity made her body ache in places she’d never known could ache with such temptation. But he knew. Lord Trinity knew about where women ached with desire. He’d been attracted to her. She felt it, or confused, she wondered if she’d seen it, when she’d … Oh lord, when she …
“ Drank his blood,” she hissed. She shivered with goose bumps flooding her skin and her fingers grasped the bed linens on either side of her. She realized she knew from swallowing his blood, she knew … “He’s a …” She gulped. “He’s a vampire. ”
Beth’s squeezed her eyes shut. Since she’d tasted Trinity’s blood, she had impressions of things: craving the taste of blood, living in coldness, and unrelenting power. She knew through the effects of his blood, flowing through her, that he’d had a violent past. One that troubled him deeply and which drove him now. She knew he loved his brothers with feelings that were overpowering.
“He fights the greatest temptations with ironclad willpower every second of every day,” she whispered, her fingers curling and uncurling in tension.
Trinity was not really a man. He was a lethal copy that looked like the perfect reflection of a man, but he fed on human blood to stay alive.
“And last night he saved my life,” she said seriously as she moved to get out of bed. She knew, if she could see her back, she’d find the wound was healed and the stitches were already gone. “Because of Trinity’s blood.”
She walked across the room to the drapes covering the glass-paned doors that led out onto a vast, stone courtyard at the back of the mansion. She pulled the heavy draping aside enough to see the sunlight. It was still daylight out and she was glad because she had some intuition that nightfall would make her craving for Trinity’s blood worsen.
She’d drunk the blood of a vampire … and now she was changed. It was unnerving and terrifying. Yet, even as it frightened her, she wanted to show as much strength of will as Trinity showed every minute of his life. He’d told her the way.
“Be stronger than your urges, maiden.”
He expected no less of himself, and oh, how she wanted him to respect her. She looked out into the sunlight wondering if she would ever see him again. She thought not. He was a man not to be interested in the
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