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Zaksnorts and shakes his head as he grabsAdrian’scoffee—he knows better than to steal mine or else he’ll risk losing a hand. “MaybeSteph’sright.”

“’Boutwhat?”Dreeasks curiously.

“’Boutyou slowin’ down with all the groupies.”

Adriantakes his coffee back from his brother and gives me a side eye. “Yeah, well, not all of us are so lucky to be on tour with girlfriends.”

Zakflashes a grin, slipping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. “True.”

IkissZak’sbearded cheek, and then he turns to press his mouth to mine.

Adrianscoffs as he walks away.

Chapter37

“Tragic Kind of Love”

–Saliva

It’ssobright thatIsee pink.Imove to cover my eyes, but pain shoots down from my neck and surges through my arm.

“Thankfuck.”

Frowning,Ifind the source of the voice:Adrian.

I’mbeside him, in his room with a roaring ache radiating from my neck to my head and fingertips. “WhyamIin here?”

Adrianresituates himself to face me fully, looking me over.Hisfocus lingers on my neck. “Youknow, fucking my brother isn’t worth it if you’re gonna risk dying all over again.”

Oh,God.

ZakandImade up last night, andhe drank my blood.

And…Iencouraged him to do it.

Isit up way too fast; my head spins, and there’s a secondAdrianwhen there most definitely should not be one.Hegrips my shoulders and my head grounds into his body heat. “Ow.”

Hisnostrils flare, huffing. “Whythe fuck would you put yourself in danger like that?”

Iroll my eyes, the sensation like an ice cream scoop scraping out my sockets. “BecauseItotally want my sancho in the same room whenI’mmaking up with my boyfriend.”

“Hecould have fucking killed you—again!”

Iwince. “Loweryour goddamn voice.Myhead hurts like hell.”

“I’lllower my voice when you quit being a fucking dumbass,” he yells.

Glancingdown,IrealizeI’mwearing clothes.Doesn’treally matter who put them on me—they both know whatIlook like without.Peeringfurther down at my shoulder, there’s no blood; guess that someone took the liberty of cleaning me up, too.

Adrianrises from the bed. “Stayhere,” he says loudly, heading for the door. “I’llget you something to eat.”

“I’mnot—”

“Youare gonna lie in bed,” he hollers as he spins around with wild eyes, “and you’re gonna eat something to regain your strength.AndthenI’mtakin’ you home to rest far away from a fucking vampire.”

Hestorms out of the room beforeIhave the chance to argue.

Itake a deep breath and toss the comforter off me.Myneck, shoulder, and arm all ache whenImove, butIbreathe through the soreness to march out of the room.