Loved. Morgan Rice

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СКАЧАТЬ walked back to his spot, sitting on the straw, leaning back, and looking at her. Now he seemed to be studying her. She felt self-conscious.

      She unconsciously ran her hand along her clothing, and wished she were wearing something prettier. Her mind raced as she tried to remember what she had on. Somewhere along the way, she couldn’t remember where, they had stopped briefly in some town, and she had gone to the only store they had – a Salvation Army – and found a change of clothes.

      She looked down in dread, and didn’t even recognize yourself. She wore torn, faded jeans, sneakers a size too big for her, and a sweater over a tee shirt. Over that, she had on a faded, purple pea coat, one button missing, also too big on her. But it was warm. And right now, that was what she needed.

      She felt self-conscious. Why did he have to see her like this? It was just her luck that the first time she met a guy she really liked, she didn’t even have a chance to make herself look nice. There was no bathroom in this barn, and even if there were, she had no makeup on her. She looked away again, feeling embarrassed.

      “Was I sleeping a long time?” she asked.

      “I’m not sure. I just woke myself,” he said, leaning back and running his hand through his hair. “I fed early tonight. It threw me off.”

      She looked at him.

      “Explain it to me,” she said.

      He looked at her.

      “Feeding,” she added. “Like, how does it work? Do you…kill people?”

      “No, never,” he said.

      The room fell quiet as he collected his thoughts.

      “Like everything in the vampire race, it’s complicated,” he said. “It depends on the type of vampire you are, and the coven you belong to. In my case, I only feed on animals. Deer, mostly. They are overpopulated, anyway, and humans hunt them, too – and not even to eat.”

      His expression turned dark.

      “But other covens are not so gracious. They will feed on humans. Usually, undesirables.”

      “Undesirables?”

      “Homeless, drifters, prostitutes…those who won’t be noticed. That’s the way it’s always been. They don’t want to draw attention to the race.

      “That is why we consider my coven, my breed of vampire, to be pure blooded, and other types to be impure. What you feed on…it’s energy infuses you.”

      Caitlin sat there, thinking.

      “What about me?” She asked.

      He looked at her.

      “Why do I want to feed sometimes, but not others?”

      He furrowed his brow.

      “I’m not sure. It is different with you. You are a half breed. It is a very rare thing….I do know that you are coming-of-age. With others, they are turned, overnight. For you, it is a process. It may take time for you to settle, to go through whatever changes you are.”

      Caitlin thought back and remembered her hunger pangs, how they’d overwhelmed her out of nowhere. How they’d made her unable to think of anything but feeding. It was horrible. She dreaded it happening again.

      “But how do I know when it will happen again?”

      He looked at her. “You don’t.”

      “But I never want to kill a human,” she said. “Ever.”

      “You don’t have to. You can feed on animals.”

      “But what if it happens when I’m stuck somewhere?”

      “You will need to learn to control it. It takes practice. And willpower. It is not easy. But it is possible. You can control it. It is what every vampire goes through.”

      Caitlin thought about what it would be like to capture and feed on a live animal. She knew she was already faster than she’d ever been, but she didn’t know if she was that fast. And she wouldn’t even know what to do if she actually caught a deer.

      She looked at him.

      “Will you teach me?” she asked, hopefully.

      He met her stare, and she could feel her heart beating.

      “Feeding is a sacred thing in our race. It is always done alone,” he said, softly and apologetically. “Except…” He trailed off.

      “Except?” she asked.

      “In matrimonial ceremonies. To bind husband and wife.”

      He looked away, and she could see him shift. She felt the blood rush to her cheek, and suddenly the room became very warm.

      She decided to let it go. She had no hunger pangs now, and she could cross that path when she came to it. She hoped he would be by her side then.

      Besides, deep down, she didn’t really care that much about feeding, or vampires, or swords, or any of it. What she really wanted to know was about him. Or, really, how he felt about her. There were so many questions she wanted to ask him. Why did you risk it all for me? Was it just to find the sword? Or was it something else? Once you find your sword, will you still stay with me? Even though romance with a human is forbidden, would you ever cross the line for me?

      But she was afraid.

      So, instead, she simply said: “I hope we find your sword.”

      Lame, she thought. Is that the best you can do? Can’t you ever get the courage to say what you’re thinking?

      But his energy was too intense, and whenever she was around him, it made it hard for her to think clearly.

      “As do I,” he responded. “It is no ordinary weapon. It has been coveted by our kind for centuries. It is rumored to be the finest example of Turkish sword ever crafted, made of a metal that can kill all vampires. With it, we’d be invincible. Without it…”

      He trailed off, apparently afraid of voicing the consequences.

      Caitlin wished Sam was here, wished he could help lead them to her dad. She surveyed the barn again. She didn’t see any recent signs of him. She wished, again that she hadn’t lost her cell on the way. It would have made life so much easier.

      “Sam always used to crash here,” she said. “I was sure he’d be here. But I know he came back to this town – I’m sure of it. He wouldn’t go anywhere else. Tomorrow we’ll go to school, and I’ll talk to my friends. I’ll find out.”

      Caleb nodded. “You believe he knows where your father is?” he asked.

      “I…don’t know,” she answered. “But I know that he knows a lot more about him than me. He’s been trying to find him forever. If anyone knows anything, it’s him.”

      Caitlin thought back and remembered all those times with Sam, his always searching, showing her new leads, always getting disappointed. All the nights he’d go to his room and sit on the edge of her bed. His desire to see their father СКАЧАТЬ