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out and to say I felt better would have been a major understatement.
    "Thank you, sir." I lay back against the long seat running the length of the limousine.
    "You okay, kid?" Thompson actually looked more worried than he sounded.
    "I'll live," I said back without the strength to make it very loud. I glanced over at the governor and he stared at his fingertips like they were covered in something other than my blood. "You okay, Governor?"
    "I'm just waiting for the silver burns to dissipate. Would you care to tell me why you're still alive?" He shifted his gaze from his fingers to my face, scowling intently. Uh oh, the gig was up .
    "I can't give you the details, Governor, but I can tell you something is different about me. I suggest you just forget about it. You did ask me not to lie to you."
    I heard Thompson give a deep rumbling chortle from the front of the car. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I felt the governor slide a little closer to take a look at my wounds and when he did so, he kneeled and brought his face very close to my chest. Thompson heard me growl, preparing to strike, and slammed on the brakes.
    "Ashlyn! Governor, back away from her slowly and sit as far away from her as you can. Ashlyn listen to my voice, I'm here. I'm going to come through the window. Look at my eyes, Ashlyn. Not at the governor."
    I stared at him wanting to cry. I focused on his slightly orange eyes and did my best to forget about everything else. I didn't even laugh when Thompson tried to fit his massive frame through the tiny little divider separating the driver and passenger compartments. He didn't say anything other than my name, consistently reminding me of my identity and not letting me get lost in the predator. He slid past the governor and I glanced over at him, and then I smelled it.
    The fear rolled off of him like a drug. Instantly, I became addicted and a deep guttural growl began in my chest and rolled through my throat. Thompson increased the frequency and pitch of the repetition of my name to a frantic pace trying to prevent what he knew was coming. It didn't work. I lunged across the limo at inhuman speed. The fear pouring off the governor doubled. Thompson barely got his arm out in time. I felt my waist hit it like a steel bar. He brought me down on my back, straddling me. It was one of those moments where time stopped. I looked up at him and grinned at his audacity for stopping me from feasting and shot my arms out open handed against his rock hard chest. He flew up into the air and dented the roof of the car before landing face down right on the spot I had been a moment ago.
    I stopped a few feet from the governor and decided to slow down and enjoy closing in for the kill, letting his fear fuel the hunger to almost orgasmic heights. I stared in his eyes and saw the fear there as well, but I didn't capture his mind. If I had done that we would have gone to that peaceful place and it would have denied me what I wanted most. I wanted him to know how it felt to be prey.
    A bloody wrist appeared in front of my face. I could see tear marks in the flesh, so Thompson must have opened his own vein to feed me. There's only one thing sweeter than the smell of fear and it is blood, hot, wet magnificent blood. I forgot all about Greer and his little mewling noises and gingerly reached up to grasp the arm to test if he would pull it away at the last moment. He meant to feed me because he didn't move. I slowly brought his wrist to my mouth and gave it a sensuous lick across the wound. I felt Thompson shudder behind me as his chest pressed tightly to my back.
    I felt his other hand reach around and the palm rest securely on my tummy, locking me in a backward embrace, but I didn't care. All I wanted was the wrist bared open fully before me. I brought my mouth to it and felt my lips pull back as my fangs sank in with a little pop as they pierced his skin. The blood poured down my throat, into my stomach, and created a small furnace of