My heart thumps wildly in my chest. The elder said some nice things about bonds. I think he did, at least. I’ve not been paying attention. Prince Joseph looks so serious, but I know it’s his role. It’s probably mine, too, but I’ve been giggling instead.
He nods to me, undoes his tie and top button, and leans down so I can reach him.
Try not to rip my shirt he links me as I lean in.
My fangs extend, and I graze them across his neck. I’ll do what I want.
I sink my fangs into his neck, and the metallic taste of blood hits my tongue. Instantly, I grow nervous, but the sickness doesn’t come. I suck more of the blood into my mouth before removing my fangs and gently licking the mark. It begins to heal instantly.
The bond between us tightens and then feels like it explodes in size.
