eyes and an easy smile spread out across his face,
enchanting me more than it ever had before. “When you drank my blood, whatever tie you
had with Peter
was severed.”
That should’ve been kind of obvious to me. As soon as I mentioned Peter or thought of
him, I didn’t
that physical ache for him or that fluttery feeling in my heart. While I had felt legitimate concern for his wellbeing,
the only things I really felt physically were a dull bloodlust and a pull towards Jack.
“So we’re… bonded now?” I spoke cautiously, afraid that it as too good to be true. After all this time
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trying to figure away around it, around Peter, it almost seemed impossible to believe that while I was sleeping,
it had happened.
“What do you think?” Jack smiled crookedly at me.
His attempt at a joke was covering up a legitimate fear. He knew that he felt things more deeply for
me than ever before, but since I had been unconscious the entire time, he had no idea where my feelings fell.
But sitting there, breathing him in, feeling the way my body felt magnetized to his, I knew we were.
My first big clue was when Jack had opened his veins in the den, and I had been unable to resist the
scent of his blood. It tasted wonderful, and my mouth watered at the thought of it. But no vampires’ blood
should be that appealing to humans, even if said human is in love with said vampire. People aren’t meant to
have bloodlust, but I did, for Jack. Because his blood was meant for me.
“So then what happened?” I continued, trying to ignore the delirious happiness taking over me. My
heart was speeding up and my thirst was intensifying, but I wanted my curiosity satisfied before I dealt with
my other pressing needs.
“I don’t know.” Jack furrowed his brow, but it was more out of displeasure over the subject than his
lack of knowledge. “I was in the den with you, and then Peter started just going crazy in the other room. I was
afraid he would hurt you, so I ran out to find out what had happened. He was destroying the house, and Ezra
could barely contain him. But he didn’t seem to care about me when I came out, which is good, because he
probably…”
“But why? If he didn’t want to hurt you, why was he so angry?” I suppressed the shudder at the
thought of a rabid Peter tearing into a weakened Jack as I lay passed out in the den.
“He felt it break,” Jack answered almost sadly, and lowered his eyes from mine. “The bond.
If you
hadn’t been out, you would’ve felt it. And if you hadn’t bonded with me, you’d still be feeling it. Apparently,
it’s… incredibly painful.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” He shifted uncomfortably and hesitated before continuing. “Physically, I guess it’s a
similar to turning, but on a much smaller scale. But… something happens emotionally too. It breaks your
heart. And Peter was so riled up from everything else that had been going on.”
Jack didn’t like talking about the fact that Peter had actually cared for me. He didn’t want to believe it
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because of how Peter treated me and how much Jack loved me. On top of that, if he
admitted that maybe
Peter did truly love me, then what Jack had been doing with me suddenly became a betrayal, and Jack did not
see that way, nor did he want to.
“So where is he now?” I was pressing my luck with Peter topic, so I hurried to get it out of the way.
“Nobody knows. He’s just gone, for good this time.” Jack shrugged, as if it was of no
consequence to
him, but then again, it probably wasn’t.
“Good,” I lied, and hoped he didn’t notice. Then I swatted his arm, probably harder than I meant to
from the surprised grimace on his face.
“Thanks?” Jack looked totally bewildered.
“That’s for being the biggest idiot ever! How could you do something so stupid?” I yelled at him, and
it was a tough decision not to hit him again. “You were going to kill yourself! If the bond