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“And?”
“And…and it’s not right.” Sully’s hands landed on his hips.
“You’re breaking every rule of donor etiquette by having him in here with you. Once you drink his blood, Danny should be sent back to his room. What if he starts thinking he can rule the coven beside you?”
“Danny is not going to be ruling the coven beside me, Sully. He’s my blood donor, nothing more.”
“Yeah, but does he know that?”
“He does.”
Dominic quickly looked down when he heard Danny speak.
Danny looked away the moment he sat up. He wouldn’t even look at Sully. Dominic knew something was wrong. He just didn’t know what it was. He knew that Danny was uncomfortable around Sully, so maybe that was it.
“Do you wish for Sully to leave the room?”
“No,” Danny whispered as he climbed off the bed.
“Danny, where are you going?” he asked when Danny started walking away. Dominic inhaled sharply at the misery he saw in Danny’s face when the man turned around. There was so much pain in Danny’s eyes that Dominic wondered how the man continued to stand upright.
“I’m going to my room where I belong,” Danny said quietly. “Call me when you need more blood.”
Dominic’s mouth dropped open as he watched Danny turn around without another word and walk out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. He stared for a moment then turned to glare at Sully.
“See what you’ve done now?”
“What did I do?” Sully asked as he waved his hand toward the door that led to Danny’s room. “He’s where he’s supposed to be.”
“But he’s not where I want him,” Dominic growled. “I told him I wanted him in here with me.”
Sully’s head snapped back. “Why?”
“Because that’s where I want him, damn it.”
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Sully glanced over his shoulder at the door Danny had walked through, then back at Dominic. He looked confused as hell. “Do you want me to go get him?”
Dominic thought about the pain he had seen in Danny’s eyes and slowly shook his head. “No, give him some time to himself. Danny’s not a prisoner. If he wants to sleep in his room, then he may. Just make sure he eats something.”
Dominic hated the thought of Danny being in the other room, especially when he couldn’t get out of bed and go to him. He was feeling better since his last infusion of Danny’s blood, but he knew walking wasn’t on his schedule yet. And taking any more of Danny’s blood this soon would be harmful to Danny. Dominic would just have to wait.
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Chapter 8
Danny let himself back into his room after donating blood to Dominic once again. He quietly shut the door then slid down to sit on the floor, burying his head in his hands. It was getting harder and harder to donate each time Dominic called for him. Danny felt like a piece of his soul was being ripped away every time Dominic drank from him.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Danny had to believe that.
He was almost to the point of asking Dominic to do his glamour thing when he needed blood. He didn’t want to know what was happening when Dominic drank from him. He didn’t want to feel it.
He especially didn’t want to feel the orgasms that rocked his body every time Dominic took his blood. He couldn’t control his body’s response, and he knew that, but he still couldn’t help being ashamed every time it happened. He felt dirty.
Danny slapped his hand over his mouth as nausea suddenly rolled through him, making his stomach threaten to rebel. He took several deep breaths to try and quell his upset stomach, but nothing seemed to work.
Danny leapt to his feet and raced into the bathroom, reaching the toilet just in time to empty the contents of his stomach into the porcelain god. Danny threw up until nothing but dry heaves racked his body.
Danny rested his head against the toilet seat for a moment then reached up and flushed it. He slowly climbed to his feet and peeled his clothes off his shaking body. At least he had his own clothes now.
His stuff had been packed up and brought to him earlier in the week.
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Danny had never been so thankful to see a few boxes of clothing, books, and knickknacks. The stuff gave him something tangible to hold on to in the world of chaos he had found himself in.
In the days since he had arrived at Dominic’s estate, Danny had tried getting to know the others that lived there, but they ignored him every time he did, like he didn’t matter, like he was beneath them.
Not even the other blood donors would talk to him. Except for Dominic and Sully, no one would talk to him. Danny was so lonely that he actually considered calling home to talk to his father just to hear another voice.