“Leave me,” he begged, his body convulsing so tightly I wondered how his muscles could stand the strain.
“I’ll be happy to, just as soon as I figure out what’s going on. Much as you despise my presence, I’m not leaving you until I know why you’re in so much pain.”
“Despise you?” His eyes opened up for a moment, burning me with a feverish light.
“I think you’re all wrong,” Allie said, taking her husband’s hand. “Just look at them. This isn’t right, Christian.”
“She is an actress, nothing more,” Sebastian said.
Another wave of red pain roared over Kristoff, catching me in its wake. I gasped for breath as he fought it, my own body suddenly racked with an intense, desperate need.
“Help them,” Allie said, tugging on Christian’s hand. “Can’t you see this is real?”
“It is of their own doing,” Andreas said slowly. His face was impassive. I hated him at that moment, hated them all for standing around watching Kristoff die. For that was what I was sure was happening-no one could endure such agony, such soul-searing torment, and survive it.
“Christian!” Allie said louder, and to my surprise and relief Christian nodded.
“Feed him,” he ordered.
“What?” I asked as the pain ebbed away. My mind felt bruised, every atom of my body aching and screaming with horror.
“No! I refuse to allow you to feed that monster,” Mattias yelled.
“Take him out,” Christian ordered, waving a hand toward Mattias.
“You must not let them enthrall you,” Mattias yelled over his shoulder as Rowan and Andreas bundled him out of the room. “You must listen to me and allow me to guide you!”
“Feed . . .” The word sank into my head as I looked down at Kristoff, and I realized the truth, realized why he was in this condition. He hadn’t eaten anything , not even the animal blood he mentioned, since we’d been parted.
I cradled his head to my chest, awkwardly trying to press some part of my anatomy to his mouth, but he tightened his lips and turned his face away from me.
“Please, Kristoff,” I said softly, uncomfortable at being pressed into such an intimate act in front of others. “I really don’t want you to die.”
“It’s better than the alternative,” he said, his voice weak and hoarse.
Pain lanced me, but I ignored it. “Do you hate me so much that you’d rather die than drink my blood?” I whispered into his ear.
His eyes opened again, confusion in their depths. “I don’t hate you. It is for you that I am willing to give up my life.”
“Me? I just told you I don’t want you to die.”
“Come on, boys. Let’s give them a little privacy.” I glanced up as Allie dragged her vampire out the door, Sebastian reluctantly following them. “You can stop looking so suspicious, Sebastian-it’s clear that Kristoff isn’t in any sort of condition to escape, even if he wanted to.”
“I don’t think we should leave them alone,” he said stubbornly.
Allie paused in the doorway. “Oh, really? Does Belle like it when others watch you feed?”
Sebastian looked thoughtful and, without another word, closed the door, leaving me alone with my dying vampire.
I looked down at him, meeting his gaze. “I have no idea why you are so hell-bent on martyring yourself, but I assure you it’s not necessary. They’re all gone, so you can go ahead and eat.”
A little moan slipped out of his lips as I bent over him, allowing him access to my neck.
“I’m sorry to be so clichéd, but this is easiest,” I told him as I tipped my head slightly to the side.
He groaned, his breath hot on my neck, the stubble from his few days’ growth of beard sending little tingles of electricity across my skin.
“For God’s sake, stop fighting it and just-”
Pain pierced my neck, hot and fast and over so quickly I hardly remembered it in the rush of sensation that followed. I held Kristoff tight as his body welcomed the life-giving blood from mine, the pleasurable feel of it as it flowed into him so great that I shared it as well. I held him, allowing him to drink from me, satiating the overwhelming need that had driven him so close to death, holding his head for what seemed to be hours, days, even, but I knew that in reality only a few minutes had passed.
“ Dio ,” he swore at last, his tongue as hot as a flame as it caressed the wound on my neck.