"You do," he agreed as he approached me.
"Back off," I warned as I moved toward the door.
He froze and a look of anguish passed across his face. I didn't want to hurt him. I was so confused it made me shake.
"The Kev," he yelled harshly. "Get in here. Astrid needs to feed."
The Kev appeared looking concerned. "What about you?" he asked Ethan.
"I can wait," he said tersely and left the room.
"Sorry," I mumbled as I dropped back down on the couch. "He's a little intense."
"That he is." The Kev grinned and sat down next to me.
He was almost as pretty as Ethan, but I had no desire to ride him until he was blind. What in the heck was happening to me? My stomach rumbled loudly and I winced in embarrassment. "Um…what do we do here?" I asked.
"I will give you my wrist. You will bite down and drink," he answered as logically as if I'd asked him about the weather.
"Will it hurt you?"
"No, my little krumecaca. It will not hurt me at all."
"I remember that," I gasped and took his large hand in mine and winced slightly at the pain in my head. "I remember that name."
"Do you remember anything else?"
"No," I whispered dejectedly. "Not yet."
"You will. I promise you will."
He put his wrist gently to my mouth and I glanced at him timidly. "Are you sure this won't hurt? Will you stop me if I take too much?"
"It won't hurt and you can't take too much. I am a Fairy. My blood regenerates immediately. Please, drink."
Strangely, I felt as if I was cheating on the Vampyre. How ridiculous was that? At least I knew now what I was even if I didn't buy that my name was Astrid. I felt like a Melissa or a Kellie. Whatever. The Kev wanted me to drink and I would. Maybe if I was stronger I would regain my memory—or maybe not. I could still help them get the child back and possibly when I was reunited with my husband and my own child or children I would remember…
With a shudder of worry for The Kev, I opened my mouth and sank my fangs into his wrist. His blood was sweet and delicious and ran with ease down my parched throat. I purred as I drank and my eyelids grew heavy. I'd just drink a bit more and then I'd take a quick nap.
That sounded like an awesome plan.
Chapter 10
Little pitchers have big ears. It's best to remember if you don't want your child to hear what you say, just don't say it because your child will repeat it at school. This is a fact.
"She's a liability if she can't remember who she is," Ethan said wearily. "She'll have to stay here."
I kept my eyes closed and feigned sleep so they would keep talking.
"I agree with you," The Kev said quietly. "I will have some allies come to the cottage this morning to protect her and we will leave within the hour."
Apparently I'd slept through the night. That was probably good. Today was a new day and these boys were sadly mistaken if they thought I wasn't coming with them. I might not know my name, but I now firmly believed I was a Vampyre/Demon. I wasn't real clear on what I could do, but I was convinced that riding by the seat of my pants would work out just fine. The idea sat well and I figured it was what I'd always done. Plus, I felt an irrational need to find the child. I had no real clue why, but the minute I said it, I knew it was imperative that I find him. No sexy Vamp or sweet Fairy would stop me. Nope, nothing would stop me.
"How will this work? Ethan asked.
"No one knows we're here. From what my sources tell me the Dark Fairies are hosting a large reality show competition and it's chaos in Xanthia."
"Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?" Ethan inquired.
I couldn't agree more.
"Yes. Yes, I do. However, it will work to our advantage. My sources…"
"Who are your sources" Ethan asked tightly.
The Kev stayed mute and I felt the tension rise.
"Are they Dark or Light?" he demanded.
"They are somewhere in between," The Kev said. "I have known The Reggie and The Henry for thousands of years. They want The Corrine gone as much as I do."
"About that," Ethan stated.
"You will be used as a distraction," The Kev said firmly. "It's probably a good thing that Astrid remembers nothing. I don't think she would be on board with this plan."
What was he talking about? Who was The Corrine and what sort of distraction was Ethan going to provide? I was dying to open my eyes and bust the dorks, but satisfaction in the short run wasn't going to help me win in the long haul. My goal was that baby. Period.
However, if the hot Vampyre thought I would be fine with him using sex to distract the Corrine chick, he had another thing coming. Wait. Why did I even care where the dead dude put his wiener? I was married to a guy named…dangit, why couldn't I remember my husband's name? I knew I had one…I think. The Vampyre could do whatever he wanted with whomever he wanted. I just did not want to see it. I knew if I did I would remove his Johnson and destroy the woman.
"Does The Corrine know the child is mine?" Ethan asked.
Whoa Betty, the Vampyre had a kid? It took all I had not to open my eyes and deck Ethan. That married douche canoe had been flirting with me and now I find out he's a daddy? First off, I didn't think dead people could reproduce, and if he had a kid that meant he had a wife. Balls. His wife was probably beautiful and perfect and human. How else could he have a child? Right? That's why my husband had to be human if I had some children. How many rugrats did I have and why in the Hell couldn't I remember them? Whoops, I meant heck—not Hell. Actually, Hell wasn't really a bad word. It was a place and apparently my uncle ran it. That was just heinous.