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“The Kane family owns all of you,” Jasper sputtered out, his face getting red. “Show some fucking respect.”

“Leave it alone, Jasper,” Viggo said sharply. “Kali, drink before you pass out. I’ve never had to try this damn hard to get someone to feed.”

I met the hazel eyes of the man, my stomach sinking. I wondered what words of entrancement were used to make him this calm. How long had he been here, used as a human blood bag? Fury crept in, forcing out my nerves. When I left this place, I’d make sure to take the humans with me.

Viggo let out a sigh, sliding his hand into his jeans pocket and producing a small knife. He flipped open the blade and then trailed it over the side of the man’s neck. His blood flowed freely, and I breathed in the scent without meaning to. I let out a low growl before closing the small gap. All common sense was out the window as I chased my hunger.

Opening my mouth, I sank my fangs into his throat, puncturing his skin. There was no resistance, my teeth sharp enough to break his skin with ease. Warm blood filled my mouth, and my body jittered with newfound energy as I gulped it down. I sucked harder, my brain finally clear for the first time in days. The pain that had been smothering me faded until it didn’t exist anymore.

“Kali, slow down.”

Viggo’s warning didn’t break through my trance. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to drink it all. I was vaguely aware that I was in a frenzy. The thing was—I didn’t care. The blood tasted better than anything I’d ever experienced before, and I didn’t think I’d ever get enough.

A hand suddenly gripped my shoulder, ripping me away. I snarled, baring my fangs, and shoving the hand away before diving forward to bite the man again. Arms wrapped around my waist, trapping my arms at my sides, and I was hoisted in the air.

“Let her go.” Rya’s voice cut through the air.

“Touch me, and there will be a problem,” Viggo threatened from behind me, and I realized he was the one holding me. “She didn’t want to kill him. I’m only doing what she wanted.”

His words snapped me out of it, and I went rigid, blinking rapidly as I focused on the human in front of me. He was slumped on the floor, holding his hand over the gushing wound in his neck. Guilt clawed in my chest, and I struggled in Viggo’s hold.

“I’m fine,” I said roughly. “Help him.”

“Look at you,” he gritted out, his hold loosening slightly. “Still worried about humans even after you fed. Rya, feed him your blood.”

Jasper coughed harshly, and from the look on his face, I was sure he was just discovering that Shadows could heal. He clearly had no idea that Viggo could, which was why Viggo gave the order to Rya.

She glanced at me uncertainly, and I nodded in encouragement. She hesitantly bit her wrist before crouching down and pressing it against the man’s mouth. Viggo released me, and I wiped the back of my hand over my lips, realizing my fangs weren’t out anymore.

“This…this is not something your father told me about,” Jasper said quickly. “I don’t think he wants them healing?—”

“You aren’t in charge here,” I cut him off.

“And you think you are?” he spat out, getting in my face. “You’re here because it was what Amaros Kane ordered.”

“Back down, Jasper,” Viggo said quietly from beside me.

I flexed my fingers, feeling power bleed into my veins. All my senses were heightened. I could hear Shadows positioned on the other side of the room as if they were right next to me. My eyes landed on a speck of blood that was on the wall across from me. Was this how Zan viewed the world every day? My skin nearly tingled, and I rolled my shoulders, attempting to get used to it.

“She will only cause trouble,” Jasper yelled, his eyes filled with distrust as he stared at me. “We should get rid of her now.”

I struck my arm out, catching his chin in a tight grip as I silently repeated Viggo’s advice. My body knew what to do. And right now, I wanted to control Jasper’s mind. His frantic eyes locked on mine, and I grinned, focusing solely on him.

“What are you doing?” Viggo’s question sounded far away as my eyes bored into Jasper’s.

“I want you to stop talking,” I ordered, barely recognizing my own voice. “Just stand there until I say so.”

I was yanked away, and the next pair of eyes I met were Viggo’s infuriated ones. He gripped my shoulders, shaking me slightly.

“What the hell are you doing?” he hissed. “If Dad finds out?—”

“Let me go, Viggo,” I demanded, letting power bleed out as we glared at each other.

His eyes grew big before he reared back, breaking my stare. “Did you just try to entrance me?”

I shrugged. “It didn’t work. I guess now you have your answer.”

“And now I know that you’d try,” he tossed back, his voice nearly shaking from anger. “That’s fucked, Kali.”