Chapter 5
The Mojave Desert 1978
Sarahi sat on a metal folding chair outside her travel trailer. Hunger gnawed furiously at her belly. This is insane. I should be able to go many weeks between feedings, even months if necessary. But now, after only six weeks, I feel as though starvation is setting in.
Maybe my reserves are low because of grief. She'd never had such a beautiful night as the one she had spent with Lucien, but when she woke in the morning he'd been gone, his honey-sweet love energy draped over her body like a blanket, but his powerful presence no longer beside her in the bed.
She'd grieved that desertion like she hadn't grieved in centuries, not since Alexander. My poor darling. He loved me with a passion unequaled among human men – my warrior, named for the emperor, bea
