“Wait! He took my bloody pills!” I sighed, turning back to Tyson, who was staring at the door.
“He will be back tomorrow. You don’t need them until then, anyway.”
“Why does he want to see Avery?” I asked him, and he seemed puzzled.
“No idea, but don’t change the topic. Why didn’t you ring one of us?” I rolled my eyes at him. It wasn’t a big deal, Jacob was gay.
“I don’t understand why you’re upset. Jacob is gay, not like I marked him,” I told him.
Chapter thirty
“I’mnotupset.Ijust prefer you to drink from blood bags or off us, not some random person,” Tyson said before sighing.
“Jacob isn’t some random person, Tyson. He is family. I have known him just as long as I have known you,” I told him, not seeing the big deal about it.
“That may be so, but if your mother wasn’t stocking blood bags, you could have rung. Or why didn’t you tell Ryker? He would have made sure there was some there for you," Tyson said, yet I felt like I was intruding by being there, let alone asking for anything.
“It’s fine. You just need to feed, Lucy. Do you want to feed on me, or I can go get you a blood bag,” Tyson said. My face heated up, but I could see he didn’t really like the idea of a blood bag. I didn’t think I would be able to bring myself to bite him. It was one thing in the forest, I was ravenous. But now, being faced with it, I suddenly felt embarrassed that I was a vampire. I felt dirty for needing blood.
“Stay here. I will be back soon. I will grab dinner on the way home,” he said, grabbing his keys and pulling a hoodie on. He walked out, and I jumped off the bench, putting everything he pulled out away and doing the few dishes in the sink. I walked into the living room and changed the channel. I watched TV and waited for him to return. I tried to mindlink Rayan, but I could feel he was asleep because the link was dead, and I couldn’t force it as he could.
Feeling for Ryker, I pushed on the link before he opened it.
“Hey, Luce,” he said, yet he sounded exhausted.
“How is mom?” I asked him.
“Sedated. They are taking her in for a C-section soon.”
“Is everything alright?” I asked, worried.
“Yes, she isn't coping with the doctors. I will come to get you tomorrow and bring you home to meet your brother,” he said, and I fell silent. I was excited about meeting my new brother and seeing Rayan's face knowing he was now a big brother. Yet I felt left out.
“Dad?”
“I know you have questions, Lucy. Your mother is sick. I will come to see you tomorrow. You deserve answers. Maybe once you have them, you may understand, but it isn’t your mother, Lucy. She loves you, but she is unwell, and I can’t keep this from you anymore,” he told me.
“But is she going to be okay?” I asked him.
“Yes, Lucy. She’s not physically sick. All that time in captivity and everything that happened afterward, have taken a toll on her. She is no longer the woman I first met. And please understand, but I may have to hurt her to fix her. So please don’t hate me for it.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.What does he mean to hurt her? Why would he need to hurt her?
“I promise I will explain. Rayan has been pestering me to tell you, but I didn’t know how. I will come to get you tomorrow. I love you, Lucy,” he said before cutting off the link.
I felt sick. I wanted to know what was going on, yet I was also too scared to ask.Why was Rayan allowed to know when I wasn’t? Why would Rayan keep it from me?I knew the answer to that though, because Rayan and I had no secrets. So, if he was keeping it from me, it was to protect me. But from what?
Hearing the door open, I looked over the back of the couch to see Tyson walk in with McDonald's. He walked over and placed the food down before coming over. He leans over the couch before wrapping his arms around my shoulders with a blood bag in his hand. He placed it in my hand, and I could feel that it wasn't as cold as it should have been.
I sniffed the air before looking at him.
“This is your blood, isn’t it?” He kissed my cheek before walking off back to the kitchen. I punctured a hole in it while Tyson brought dinner over and placed it on the coffee table. A growl escaped me when his blood flooded my mouth. He tasted as good as he smelled! Better even, and I could feel my vision changing, the room turning red.
Tyson sat back, eating his burger, not even fazed by me drinking blood, as if it was a can of Coke I was holding and not his blood. They drank blood too, but they could go without it for months if they wanted to. Their bloodlust was tamed by their wolves when they hunted, and they were only half-vampire. Bloodlust seemed to be a big issue for the females in their bloodline, like his sisters and mother, but the boys picked up more of their father's traits than their mother’s.
I drained the bag rather quickly, and Tyson looked at me.
“Do you want more?”