Mandy’s POV
“I will,” I replied. I don’t know what it is when Dylan drinks my blood, but it makes me forget about the work outside for a few hours and makes me believe that I’m free, free of pain and suffering.
“Promise me.”
“I promise,” I said, and don’t mean it. I don’t know if I can not zone out. That’s the whole idea of him drinking my blood, except for the part where I really want him to heal.
I moved closer to him, standing in front of him. I can feel his breath against my skin as try to fight the urge to sink his teeth into my skin and drain me from my blood. His heart beat faster than his breathing. I cannot say mine sounds any different from his.
“I trust you,” I said in a low tone to calm him down.
“Don’t!” he said and pulled my chin up to look at him. I want to trust him,
