Page 140 of Pretty Thing

“Can you sit up on your own?”

I nod.

“I’ll be right back with your toast.”

He leaves, and I try to remember anything after dessert. I have a vague memory of Felix carrying me, but that’s it—complete blank space. Panic claws at my throat for no apparent reason other than I hate the empty nothingness.

“Here you go,” Felix says, sitting beside me.

He tears the bread into tiny pieces and feeds them to me. I feel wiped within seconds, and my eyes start to close.

“Why don’t you sleep some more? When you wake up, I have a gift for you,” Felix says, setting the empty plate aside and helping me lie down. I grab his hand. “Do you want me to stay with you?”

I nod even as I start to drift back to sleep. He tucks me in before crawling in behind me and holding me tight to his body.

I sigh.

“Rest, Pretty Thing, I’ve got you,” he whispers in my ear.

When I wake up again, it’s dark, and Felix is missing. I’m able to sit up on my own without all my muscles shaking. The dim light from the hallway shows a fresh glass of the same lemony drink on the nightstand. I sip half of it before even attempting to stand.

Nothing spins, and my limbs seem to be in working order. I feel okay except for the throbbing behind my eyes. I swear, I’ll never drink that much ever again.

Being out of control isn’t a feeling I enjoy, but the accident and losing my parents have added a new level of panic.

But there’s no time for that now. First stop…bathroom.

“Eden? You okay in there?”

Felix…such a worrier. I’ve always been the worrywart. He makes me look like I’m laid back and chill.

I finish washing my hands and open the door. My heart goes haywire at the sight of him. He’s leaning casually against the wall, his white hair tousled and falling over his forehead. Bathed in shadows, his blue eyes glow in the light from the bathroom.

Vampire. I swear he’s a very sexy vampire.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

With a fiendishly sexy grin, he pushes off the wall to stand in front of me. Felix wraps his hands around my neck as his thumbs gently brush against my cheeks. My pulse thunders to a roar.

He kisses me, and any side effects from last night are wiped away, replaced by lust for this perfect man in front of me.

“Mmm…” He groans against my lips. “I want to eat you up.”

Definitely a vampire.

“You ready for your gift?”

I nibble my bottom lip, picturing him naked.

“Hmm…what?”

“Are you ready for your gift?”

“I thought you were my gift,” I say, and he chuckles.

“You’ll always have me, but this is a special gift.”

He winks and takes my hand, leading me out into the living room.