Chapter Twenty-Two“Sasha.” Felix’s face is white, his eyes bulging. “Don’t point that at me.”
I quickly hide the gun.
This situation is making me too jumpy. If Felix had turned out to be a neighbor, he might’ve called the cops on me after such a stunt—and I don’t think I would enjoy begging Vlad to get me out of that debacle with his glamour.
“You okay?” Felix steps out of the elevator.
“Let’s talk in the apartment,” I say and dash for the door.
Felix follows.
I pace the living room as I tell him and Fluffster what I just learned.
“The blood must’ve helped her deal with her PTSD,” Fluffster mentally says when I finish. “Must’ve worked better than those drugs she occasionally takes. At least this means she’s not bipolar.”
“Yeah,” Felix says, looking at Fluffster. “Blood addiction do
