Chapter 22: Lines Crossed

Thomas

 

I have to watch myself with Emily. Every time I’m around her, a powerful hunger wells up inside me. Not for her blood, but for her. Which terrifies me. The bloodlust that courses through my veins can be unpredictable. So much so in the past, that I can’t allow myself to lose control with her. It would be putting her at an even greater risk that being here already is.

The night she arrived, I let myself show a hint of it. The closeness to her clouded my judgment to the point I very nearly acted on it. It didn’t help that we were both sitting on the same bed. How easy would it have been to press her down on that mattress until we were both twisted up in the sheets?

Stop it.