VINCENT.
I’d spent the day super-dosing on the most exotic blood I could afford. Not only did it taste better—from the rarest and strongest of shifters—but it gave a vampire a special buzz, a strength that I was sure I was going to need to protect my mates tomorrow.
But it had backfired in a way, too. I could feel my attraction to Fridge grow, move, change.
There must have been dragon shifter blood in the mix, though I hadn’t asked for it specifically.
Fridge stepped up next to me as I stared at Rogan and Sadie on the bed. They were kissing and touching, tugging at each other’s clothes with a desperation that came from not knowing what tomorrow would bring.
But I wasn’t focused on the couple on the bed. Every particle of my being was aching for the man next to me. Fridge. He didn’t to
