Calista POV
I broke down, tears streaming down my face as I hiccuped uncontrollably. He held me in silence, his gentle presence enveloping me like a warm embrace. The room was filled with the sound of my sobs, echoing in the air. As I cried, he moved his hands in soothing circles on my back, offering comfort through his touch.
"Let it all out, Calista. I won't judge you," he whispered, his voice filled with compassion. I looked up at him, my eyes red and swollen. He gently brushed away the strands of hair that clung to my tear-stained face.
“Feed on me,” I barely whispered.
“No,” he stated firmly.
“It feels good, I need it right now,” I pleaded with Tate, my voice trembling with emotion.
“A vampire’s bite can become an addiction, a dark craving I know all too well, Calista. I won’t
