We
were back on the private beach, just Jules and I. At least for the
time. It was more than a week after my trip to Seattle, and Jules had
been watching me like a hawk since. I knew she had questions, that
she was upset that I'd just taken off like that, that she wanted to
know what had been going through my mind... and part of me felt like
telling her just to spit it out already, but the much larger piece of
me was completely unwilling to discuss it.
We
hadn't gone hunting yet and I was loath to bring it up, but I knew I
was going to have to soon as my eyes were dark, dulling to a black as
I approached two weeks without feeding. It made it the longest I'd
gone without hunting since I initially returned from Europe. Jules
seemed to trust my control more than ever, at least as far as my
blood lust was concerned, but I didn't. So I'd have to go hunting
soon, either with her... or on my own.
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