“How’s your nap?” The vampire king asked a few hours later.
“Not bad.” I yawned and looked at my surroundings, “I have questions for you,” I said.
“Why am I not surprised?” he said drily. “What more can you possibly ask while we’re running?”
“Technically, you’re the one who’s doing the running, and I let you carry me, so I need something to occupy my mind.”
“Perhaps I should put you down and let you do the running?”
“I don’t mind stretching my legs,” I said.
Even I knew how weak my legs were now. The boost I’d got from the vampire’s blood had run dry. He hadn’t thought of letting me take another sip, and I’d never beg for food even when hunger pangs twisted my stomach.
To my relief, he didn’t drop me as he’d threatened. He seemed to like having me close to him, with my breasts pres
