“SHE’S AWAKE AND she’s hungry,” I told Lucian over the disposable cell phone as I headed across the street to a local pub.
“You’re not seriously leaving her alone to get her food?” he said, sounding angry.
“What choice do I have?”
“You could have ordered something to be delivered,” he snapped.
“I’ve already left.”
“If she escapes, it’s going to take that much longer to find a proper egg donor. You know that. We’ve already invested time in Chelsey. She only needs to be bitten one more time.”
“I know. Lucian, don’t worry about her. She’s not going anywhere,” I told him. “She feels indebted to us now.”
“I don’t know about indebted.”
“Believe me, she does. Chelsey believes that everyone she’s ever cared about is dead. That she has nobody but us.”
“She might try contacting the other me
