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All of his injuries had vanished as well. He’d never felt so refreshed and energized. There was a

strange sort of electricity surging through every inch of him, buzzing just below the surface, and

coiled to release at any given second.

Reaching up to touch Frankie’s face, he was alarmed at how very sensitive he was now. He’d always

thought Frankie’s skin was perfectly smooth, but now he could feel that it had a very distinct texture. It

was voluptuous and soft like velvet, and he couldn’t stop touching it.

Frankie was kissing him, and his lips were a hundred times sweeter than they had been before. There

was so much love flowing through the bond that it made Snod ache deep inside with a wild passion.

His desire was unfurling at an alarming rate, and he had never felt this ravenous, this hungry.

Hunger.

That’s when he noticed the others’ blood; the human blood. It didn’t have the same life as Frankie’s. It

was oddly devoid of intensity but still savory, and Snod had never been so damn hungry. He was

starving.

Snod pulled away from Frankie, his keen new senses focusing in on Lorenzo, who was standing right

beside them.

He smelled delicious.

“Obe,” Frankie warned gently, firm hands holding him in place. “I’ll feed you, I promise. We have to

go home, okay?”

“Why is he looking at me like he wants to eat me?” Lorenzo asked worriedly.

“Because he does,” Frankie replied quickly. “He’s a newborn vampire, and he’s very hungry.”

“We need to torch this house,” Ephraim was grumbling, “and dispose of the bodies.”

“I’ll take care of Rees,” Frankie said quietly. “I’ll clean him up, and I’m going to take him home. He

deserves to rest in his own bed.”

Snod’s eyes moved to their fallen friend, frowning gently. Rees had died helping him save Frankie.

He should feel something, anything, but the hunger was all he could focus on.

Lorenzo nodded, saying, “Look, we gotta set Athaliah and Amy free. They’re probably going nuts by

now. Then I really have to get to a hospital. The whole broken arm thing, you know?”

“I’ll drive you,” Ephraim grunted immediately, addressing Frankie next. “Go get him fed. I’ll meet

you back here and help you.”

“You don’t have to do that—”