MARK
I hated vampires with a passion – but I hated the one who’d almost turned me into a meatball even more.
There wasn’t a single part of me that didn’t hurt like a b***h: and that was after Jenny had … taken care of me.
I looked over at her sleeping form on the armchair, still unable to believe my eyes. I’d woken up a good thirty minutes before, and she’d been the first thing I saw, curled up under a blanket.
She’d come for me. She’d sensed I was hurt and in danger and, despite everything, she’d come for me, screaming down our bond and begging me to hold on, and licked my wounds, and stayed by my side through everything but the O.R, where she wasn’t allowed in – and even then, she’d made sure the doctors knew just how pissed she was about that.
A knot formed in my throat as I lo
