Evelyn
I hesitate, but as soon as his blood touches my tongue, the hunger roars awake. I grasp his arm with both hands, drinking greedily, the craving overwhelming and foreign—but familiar now.
“Good girl,” Orion murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.
Thaddeus watches silently as he lathers shampoo into his hair. Orion’s wrist heals and I finally release it, blinking slowly.
“Give her more,” Thaddeus says, eyes sharp, studying me like he’s trying to read something beneath the surface.
“Ryland, come here,” Thaddeus calls. Ryland walks in, drying his hair with a towel. “Watch her eyes. Tell me if you see anything.”
Thaddeus nods to Orion again, who bites into his wrist and offers it to me. I drink, and Ryland’s eyes widen.
“How did we not notice that before?” he murmurs, glancing betw
