Chapter 135

It went on like that for days. Weeks. Who the hell knew and who the hell cared? My vampires would bring me blood like a vampire queen and then fuck me, sometimes one at a time, sometimes two, or sometimes all three at once. Listen, we had a lot of catching up to do, okay?

Besides, I needed to grow accustomed to my new vampire self without a mashed potato brain, needed to heal myself mentally, though physically I was fine. Better than fine with all the love, sexual healing, and attention my vamps showered me with. There were days I never even got out of bed. I had no reason to, because the built-in need to do my daily slayer duty, complete with gut cramps and itchy feet, was gone. Between all the sex, we would talk for hours about everything, including if I missed the power and the responsibility. The truth was a lot harder to answer with a simple yes or no.

"I was good at being the slayer," I'd said.

"Damn good," Jacek agreed.