He couldn’t think of anything, Lordic thought, as he stretched his neck and rubbed his arms. He’d never strained himself so much in his entire life. But Maximus wanted Vicker’s bride kidnapped – he had to find a way to do it. But his mind was hitting blanks. He stared at Marilyn sitting on the couch. She couldn’t be bothered to help him.
Shit. Lordic thought with a groan. He walked to the table and poured himself a tiny helping of the blood. Their supplies were dwindling. Soon, they’ll have to go out there and do it the old-fashioned way, hunt for their food.
Fuck. Lordic grumbled. He wasn’t built like that anymore. He wasn’t even sure his fangs could pierce anyone’s skin. He hasn’t done it in such a long time. He needed to find a way. Vicker needed to go back to work, the milking mach
