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During the day, other
vampires were much less likely to be out, which was why he wanted
to check things out then.
The biggest excitement of the night was when we saw a
few reindeer walking in front of us. Ezra explained that many
Europeans say that this is where Santa Clause lives, not the North
Pole, partially because of the large reindeer population. We
weren’t that far south from the North Pole anyway, so it wasn’t
much of a stretch.
By the time the sun started to rise, I was completely
exhausted. There’s a myth that vampires don’t ever get tired or run
out of energy, and Ezra did seem to exemplify that. Maybe I’m just
a wuss. I don’t really know. We made the long walk through the
trees back to the car, and I was incredibly relieved when I sat
down inside the Range Rover.
The gnawing hunger set in a few hours ago. Ezra’s
pulse had gotten more noticeable, and my hands exhibited a fine
tremor. The early morning light that filtered in through the
windows only made it worse.
When we got back to the hotel, I must’ve been
jonesing noticeably because Ezra put his arm securely around me
when we walked inside. It was after seven in the morning, so the
breakfast crowd filled the dining room. The scent of eggs and deer
sausage made me sick. Over that, I smelled the delectable scent of
blood, and I was grateful for Ezra’s strong arm steering me towards
our room.
Once inside, I peeled off my jacket and kicked off my
boots.
“That was a total waste of a day,” I said, squirming
about the room. My clothes felt too heavy and uncomfortable, and it
was hard not to take them off.
Ezra turned the temperature down low and filled the
bathtub with ice and blood bags before we left last night, so the
blood was still cool and intact. While I was in the room twitching
and not taking off my clothes, he was in the bathroom getting food
for us.
“We figured some things out.” Ezra came out of the
bathroom with a several bags of blood. “Tomorrow we’ll have a
better idea of where we need to go.”
The blood was in sight so any petty complaint I had
didn’t matter anymore. I practically ripped it from his hands. I
downed it, and Ezra watched me with an odd look of fascination on
his face. That wonderful warming effect spread over me, and I held
out my hand for a second bag.
“Get ready for bed first,” he shook his head. “I’m
not getting you in your pajamas after you’re passed out.”
“Fine. Look away.”
He did as he was told, and I took off my clothes as
quickly as I could. That didn’t end up being all that fast because
that tired, loose feeling took over me, and I almost fell over just
taking off my shirt. When putting on my pajama pants, I fell back
on the bed and didn’t bother to get up again.
“Done,” I announced and held out my hand to him.
“You’re going to have to learn to take it easier on
these. I don’t think I packed enough for you to keep going at this
rate,” he warned, but he handed it to me.
“I thought you’d be an over packer,” I said before
gulping it down.
“I am.” He looked at me severely and sat on his bed
across from me.
“It’s the sun.” My words already slurred. “The sun is
super draining. I don’t think I can go back out in it again, not
like that. And then walking around for like seventeen hours? It’s
just too much for me…”
“It’s not too much for you.” He shook his head as he
watched me struggle to stay conscious. “You have almost infinite
power, Alice. You’ve got to stop thinking like you’re human.”
“You are!” I spouted, but clearly, that didn’t make
sense.
“Yes, of course, I am,” he rolled his eyes.
I started to ask him a question,
but I didn’t even know what it was. Pleasure rolled over me, and I
didn’t want to fight it anymore. Ezra wanted me to express more
self-control, but then again, he claimed that I was expressing
self-control.
If this was me under control compared to other
vampires, then I’d hate
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