Triam
He should walk away. He should teleport home and down a couple of bags of blood laced with ambrosia. He hated the drug but it would take the urge off. It was f*****g better than biting Fallen again. He couldn’t believe he’d done it before he realized it was her and not Jesse. She had been there, her blue eyes taking him in that he hadn’t even thought about it. The hunger hit him so hard he could barely think. Triam licked his right fang and almost tasted her blood. He knew that it was all in his mind, but his mouth filled with the taste of her. He followed her up the stairs and down the hallway all the way to the guest room.
Fallen stopped at the door, and looked over at him before she opened it and walked inside.
Shit, this felt awkward.
Triam wished he could walk away, but so
