She just wanted her.
She just wanted this moment.
As the last waves of pleasure from her orgasm faded, Storm ended their kiss and slid her tongue across Tabitha’s neck. Tabitha knew this was part of the healing process. A vampire didn’t need to kill someone they fed with. They could use their tongues to heal the skin, teasing it back together.
It was like magic.
Storm was powerful, Tabitha knew. She didn’t talk about it much, but every once in awhile, other vampires came over and they always seemed both very awed by storm and shocked at the fact that Storm kept a “human pet.”
That’s what someone had called her once.
Tabitha had overheard the words and asked Storm about it later. The vampire had frowned but told Tabitha not to worry about it. Tabitha had trusted Storm and didn’t bring it up again.
Those vampires had never come back to the house, and those who did come over had never referred to her as a pet again.
“That was incredible,” she whispered.
“Consider it a going-away present,” Storm said.
“Going away...” Tabitha whispered the words. She knew what Storm was saying, and she understood that this really was a sort of goodbye. She’d been working toward finding this map for so long that she hadn’t really thought about how it would affect those she was leaving behind...
She would never forget Storm, but she also knew that she might never see her again.
“I know you’re going on a long journey, little human. You’re going to need all the luck you can muster.”
Tabitha wasn’t really sure what to say about that, so she said nothing. Instead, she leaned her head against Storm’s chest, closed her eyes, and wondered what the morning was going to bring.
“No matter how far away you go,” Storm whispered, “I will never forget you.”
It was a wonderful sort of promise, Tabitha thought. It was sweet and gentle, and it was something that made her feel safe.
“I’ll never forget you, either.”
“Even if everything goes horribly wrong, you’ll always have a place here,” Storm added. “You know that, don’t you?”
Tabitha nodded.
She knew.
She knew that she and Storm had something special that was now coming to a
close, but she understood that if she ever needed her vampire mistress again, Storm would be there for her. She was a good person that way.
She was the best.
Chapter 4
Felix had lived on the island for as long as he could remember, but he couldn’t remember how long that was.
He couldn’t remember much of anything, really, and that had never stopped bothering him. He growled, muttering to himself like some sort of shipwreck survivor who had washed up on a deserted island. That was how he felt most of the time.
Felix was jealous of people like that, though. Pirates and sailors had memories to keep them warm. They could remember the people they had loved before they crashed onto the worst island in the world. He had none of that.
His only memories were with her.
His only memories were of her cruelty and of the pain she’d inflicted upon him.
Now that he was free from her claim, Felix spent most of his time walking around, exploring. Although he’d grown up on the island, he’d never really been allowed to explore. He was certainly making up for lost time now.