Page 20 of Black Star

Epilogue

Viktor’s heart raced. Sweat soaked his body. He had to have blood. Preferably with a female of his own species to supply it, but at this point, he’d take what he could get. He knew the Black Star was worried about how to rid Phoebe and Diamond of their unwanted brain implants, but he had problems of his own just now. If he didn’t get what he needed soon, he’d take it. By force. No one on this ship could stop him if it came to that. If he didn’t give in to his baser nature soon, he’d lose all sanity, and that nature would take over forever. If that happened, the entire crew was at risk. Viktor would kill them all in his need for blood. He only hoped it wasn’t already too late.

He stumbled into his quarters and locked the door. His head spun, and he pressed his fists against his temples and roared his frustration, need, and desperation.

“So, what does a vampire do when he can’t get blood or sex, hmm?”

The female voice was deep, husky, and had the most exotic accent Viktor had ever heard. When he turned around, he knew he’d found his salvation.

Or maybe his damnation.