I stepped out of the bathroom, skin still damp, hair clinging to my shoulders, feeling lighter but exhausted, emotionally. Vampires don't usually crave sleep the way humans do, but lately, I've been feeling more exhausted. I thought it was because of the way Ravić had kept me up most days, but now I know better. It's the pregnancy. His child in me.
I tucked my things back into my overnight bag, then headed out the kitchen for another packet of blood. Not only was I more tired lately, but I've gotten even more hungrier, hornier...
Don't go there, Rosie. Not after what you've seen.
Just as I made it to the kitchen, I froze.
Angelo sat at the dining table, alone, papers stacked at his elbow, head bent in concentration. He was dressed now, in his soft shirt and worn sweats that did little to dim the memory of the steam and his skin. Under the dim light, his auburn hair burned copper, like fire smothered.
