I know you want me, Jenner,” Bria said in a breathy tone. “Why don’t you do something about it?
I will not feed again until I find her.” Stubborn? Perhaps. But he’d made a decision from that first taste. He’d never feed from another. If he starved himself, so be it.
I’ve lived for centuries. Fought. Bled. Sought pleasure when I wanted t. Watched the eradication of my people and lay helpless, entombed, unable to do a gods-damned thing about it. I’ve suffered. But never have I loved. Not until now, not until this moment, have I known what it is to truly love something. I love this child. I love you.
Welcome back to the land of the living.