Morning cast a different light on the previous night’s conversation with Elandra. After seeing her memories and tasting her lips, I wanted desperately to believe her. But I couldn’t. I thought my honesty would evoke a little openness from the woman. It didn’t.
Making matters worse? I couldn’t stop thinking about Elandra. All night long my lips tingled with the ghost of her kiss. Not to mention the hard-on I couldn’t get rid of. Trying to ignore my issue forced me into the shower to rub one out. Honestly, the action only worked on human males. Without bodily fluids, it was an exercise in futility. In the wee hours of the night, I drove to a nearby town and took out my despair on a human. I would have sired another vampire had I not broken the woman’s neck. I was pretty sure that was why Anne called me into the office.
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