Page 15 of Accidental Blood Lust
What am I gonna do now? As I sit stewing in the consequences of my actions, my mind latches on to what Cassius said about fae people.
“How do you find the fae?” I ask. “Maybe if they can’t take the vampirism away, they could make me like blood? Is that possible?”
“Perhaps. A good witch could do it too, but the fae can make it permanent. With a witch, you’d have to get the spell renewed periodically.”
“Do you know any?”
He shakes his head, putting his hand over mine. “No, and now that I’ve said it, I’d rather you forget about them. The fae are not easy to deal with and it’s not advisable. They’re known tricksters, and what you see is never what you get.”
I close my eyes and tilt my head back. “This sucks. Now I have to be a vampire for eternity?”
“It’s not so bad. I rather like it.”
“What’s good about it?”
“What isn’t? Being a vampire is a sensual experience. We feel so much more than those around us. Inhale.”
He puts a hand on my chest to encourage me, and I do as he says, inhaling deeply as my eyes flutter close.
“Smell that?” Cassius says. “That soft floral scent mixed with the char?”
It hits me then—a delicate scent as soft as spring. “What is it?”
“Narcissus. It’s the only flower that grows down here. It’s miles away from us, but we smell it. Even Roman’s wolf nose can’t detect it from here.”
The mention of Roman makes my stomach twist in a delightful way, but I push those thoughts aside.
“Oh, there,” Cassius says. “Do you smell the river? Mossy, dank, decaying? Do you hear the souls slipping below the surface? We are several levels down from there, yet it is as if we are standing on the banks.”
“Wow. I can smell it,” I say, awestruck.
“Now listen. Find voices.”
With my eyes still closed, I focus on the space around me, and slowly, male voices slip in.
“No. We played your stupid card game last night, Drax. It’s my turn to pick the game.”
“Don’t call my mate stupid.”
“I didn’t. I called the game stupid. That’s different.”
“What’s your idea then, Rune?”
“Let’s do tarot. That’s fun.”
“Oh yes, that’s fun,”another voice says, deep and raspy.
“You’re just saying that because he’s your mate.”
“Stop complaining, Drax. We always play your games.”
“Where’s Roman? I need backup.”
“Cassius too. Who wants to go get him?”
“Not me. I got him last time.”
“I’m not going.”
