Vitali had hated leaving his amante’s side for even a second. When Zeke had gone to sleep after talking with Jotham, Vitali had been glad his amante was resting. However, when he hadn’t woken after twelve hours, Vitali had become worried, but it was nothing like the pure panic he had felt, when Zeke hadn’t woken after twenty-four hours, and then thirty-six hours, and by the forty-eight-hour mark, he was ready to go insane. It didn’t matter that Murphy insisted his amante was in need of the healing rest, and that his vitals were good. Nothing mattered to Vitali, but seeing his amante awake, showing off those gorgeous teal-green eyes, and talking in that sweet voice.
Vitali had been told he could feed from his amante, but to Vitali that was a breach of trust he wouldn’t commit. His amante
