Reynaud awoke knowing immediately he wasn’t at home. He knew where he was, however. After all, he’d spent several nights in Burke’s bed over the last month. Still, it surprised him that he’d slept the day there—even though Burke had made it a point to hang heavy drapes over the windows so he could—until he recalled what had happened.
“Burke,” he called out as he sat up, afraid momentarily that his lover might not have survived the dhampir’s attack. That is until it hit him that he wouldn’t have ended up in Burke’s bed if that was the case.
“I’ll be right there,” Burke hollered from the bottom of the stairs.
He was, with Antoine was right behind him carrying a cooler which he set on the nightstand, saying, “You need these.”
‘These’ turned out to be two bags of blood which Reynaud drank
