“I should be with him,” I muttered, looking longingly south,
back toward Chicago.
“Don’t,” Rose warned. She tugged on my arm, guiding back
toward Whitefish Bay. “You don’t want to hear his screams.”
“It’s bad, isn’t it?” I whispered as we ran back to Esme’s
house.
“Imagine what you felt in your leg times a thousand,” Rose
grumbled. “It’s like going through the change again, but amplified for a short
amount of time. Six vampires are injecting your husband with their venom to
replenish what he lost and heal his wounds.”
“It should be me,” I growled possessively. The hollow
feeling in my chest deepened and I started to change my course. Rose stepped in
front of me, pressing her hand to my chest. “Fuck! Rose, let me go!”
“No,” she said harshly. Her phone beeped. She pulled it out
of her jean pocket and she smirked.
“It’s done and they are working on getting
Edward to hunt. He’s very weak and needs the boys to get his kill. They are
just outside of Wisconsin, in a forest preserve. When they get something in
Edward, you will need to take him up north to get some carnivorous blood.” Her
phone beeped again. “And bond with your mate,” she snorted.
“How long until they get here?” I asked, picking at my venom
covered clothes, plus the feeling of disgust and filth from James’ hands on me
filtered through my brain.
“About an hour. You’ll have time to shower,” Rose replied,
leading me back to the house. We got into the house and I went directly into
the bathroom, stripping off my ruined clothes and tossing them into the
garbage. As I stepped under the hot spray, everything from tonight hit me.
Hard.
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