What a freaking nightmare it would have been to see himself through her eyes, in his current pathetic condition, and know what she was thinking.
Then, about an hour ago, the tug-of-war had begun. For a while, he’d tried to sleep, tossing and turning, his body recovering from the beat down it had given-and received. He hadn’t known how he would react to the two different types of blood inside him, and she’d needed to be with her people in their time of mourning. Victoria had wanted to stay with him, but he’d sent her away. She, her bodyguard, Riley, and their friend Mary Ann had driven Aden home last night. “How could you have been defeated so quickly?” How could I not have known what was happening? she thought. “You were the strongest man ever to live,” she continued in a solemn tone, and Aden felt as if he were the one speaking, his throat rubbed raw. Aden peered through her eyes now, unable to even blink on his own. The heavy gloom of Dmitri’s surroundings had given way to the sparkling colors of Victoria’s. Somehow, he found the strength to push through the pain and center his gaze. His ears were as sensitive as the rest of him. “Oh, Father,” he suddenly heard Victoria whisper. One burned him while the other sliced him to pieces. Wrong! He felt as if he’d drunk a bottle of acid with a chaser of broken glass. No big deal, right? Over the years, he’d fought zombies, time-traveled and talked to ghosts he should be able to laugh about a little ADD. Now their blood fought a vicious tug-of-war for his attention. One source-his girlfriend, the Princess Victoria.
Accidentally, of course, but that didn’t matter to his scrambled brain. That wouldn’t have been so terrible-he’d experienced it before-except he had ingested blood from two different sources the night before. Powerful vampire blood that allowed him to see the world through the eyes of its donor, if only for a little while.
So many flickering images tangled with consuming darkness, horrid chaos and brutal pain.Ĭouldn’t take…much more… He was human, yet scorching vampire blood now flowed through his veins. Sweat poured from him, causing his boxers, the only thing he wore, to stick to his thighs. ADEN STONE THRASHED ON his bed, his sheets falling to the floor.
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