Free Cursed by Rebecca Trynes Page A

answer that question, and seemed alarmed by what he saw.
    “Grey, you good, man? When’s the last time you fed?”
    Sienna’s eyes locked on to Greyvian’s. Black. They were black when they should have been grey. She realised now that she’d noticed, but it hadn’t sunk in until now.
    It seemed that things weren’t nearly as tranquil behind the dark pools as he portrayed on the surface. A shiver of delight swept up her spine. It was more thrilling than she’d care to admit that he was so affected by her.
    Ignoring Knox’s concern, Greyvian looked into her eyes, the dark depths drawing her in and threatening to swallow her. When he replied, his voice was neutral, yet the words he spoke were, once again, at odds with the lack of emotion.
    “When a vampire doesn’t drink blood, he does indeed wither. But he does not die. No matter how much he wishes he would.”
    Without another word, Greyvian abruptly stood, his body surging upwards in a barely contained explosion of movement that stalled her breath in her throat as she half-expected him to launch himself at her. He didn’t. Instead, he turned and calmly walked towards the front door, opened it with control, and was gone.
    Blinking, Sienna looked at Knox. “Was it something I said?”
    The blonde smiled shortly but eyed the door with concern and a touch of puzzlement.
    “Where’s he going?” she asked, although she already knew.
    “With his eyes as black as they were—I assume he’s going to get someone to eat.”
    Damn, why didn’t he just eat me?
    “Is that a good idea? With Jacob so close to transition, that is?”
    Knox looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a wry smile. “Would you prefer he drank your blood?”
    YES!
    “I’m just saying is all,” she replied nonchalantly.
    The male nodded like he believed her—not. “He won’t go far. He knows how important timing is with a transition.”
    She stared at the door longingly but then had a thought. Does he kill them?
    “How often do you need to feed?” she asked instead, not sure she really wanted to know the answer to that other question. She didn’t want to ruin the fantasy with harsh reality just yet.
    “Every two weeks, give or take a few days,” he said, absently running his tongue over his incisors as he eyed her neck.
    “When was the last time you fed?” she asked pointedly.
    He caught himself and grinned sheepishly, looking a little long in the tooth now. “Sorry. It’s just that you do smell really good.”
    He seemed to distract himself by taking a sip of his drink. Glancing at Lucas, she noted that he also kept sipping at his drink.
    Knox must have seen her concern, because he smiled again, and said, “Seriously, you have nothing to worry about. It’s more curiosity than a real thirst.”
    “What about Greyvian? Do you think he reacted the way he did because of thirst?”
    The vampire shrugged a shoulder. “It’s more than likely, but who can say with that male?”
    She frowned, curious. “How long have you known him?”
    “Over a century.”
    “How well do you know him?”
    Knox smiled slowly, as if pleased that she’d picked up on that. “Before today I would have said as well as anybody could, but now… Let’s just say that I know a lot about him, but I don’t really know him that well. He’s not exactly chatty if you hadn’t noticed.”
    True, but talking could be highly over-rated. She’d learned a great deal about him since she’d walked into the apartment to find him standing there. For instance, she’d learned that he was a divine smelling vampire (that looked great in black leather) who was totally hot for her if the erection he’d been grinding into her was anything to go by. Sometimes it took days, weeks or even months to establish that kind of knowledge about someone.
    She wondered how much of that would have been true if she hadn’t smelled so good. Was it only her scent that drove him wild, or was it something more? Did it really