Page 9 of Craving Her Vampire
“The others don’t know anything?” I ask.
“I don’t think so, but I can’t know for sure.”
“Would you like me to find out?”
“You can?” The awe in her voice pleases the pride of my demon.
“I can with almost everyone. Especially with the weak-minded.” I point to one of them. “Come here,” I command. He mindlessly walks forward. “What is your brother’s name?” I push my mate slightly behind me. I tilt my head and lift my hand, placing it on his head.
“Liam,” she whispers. I am one of the few who can take our influence a step further and see their memories.
“This is going to hurt very badly. Do not scream. You won’t make a sound.” I close my eyes, pushing into his mind, sorting through the years of his life. “He has killed many people,” I say. “He enjoyed the pain he caused.” I stop voicing my findings when I see all the sick things he has done. Regardless of his role in my mate's life, he deserves to die.
“His eyes are bleeding,” she says softly, her fingers contracting at my side.
“Yes. They don’t last long after I delve into their memories. His weak mind can’t take it.” I don’t use this gift often because you need to be sure they deserve to die. It also takes energy I don’twant to lose all the time, and I have seen enough bad shit that I don’t want to take on every bad guy's actions. I release him, and he falls to the ground, his bleeding eyes still open but sightless. “Will you believe what I say I find?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says firmly.
“Just out of curiosity, why?”
“You are my mate,” she simply says.
“What is your name?” I ask, even though I saw it in his mind.
“Daisy. Yours?”
“Micah. I am a six-hundred-year-old vampire, much older than you. That a problem?”
“I’ve always had a daddy fetish,” she retorts, her delicious lips curving.
“Good.” I chuckle. “When we fuck, that’s what you call me,” I instruct.
“Okay.”
I hear her heart race. “He doesn’t know anything about your brother.”
“Damn.”
“Do you want me to do the rest?” I ask.
“Does it take a toll on you?” she asks.
My perceptive mate. “Yes. But I’m fine for now. If I do it to all of them, I will need to recharge.”
“By drinking blood?” she asks, frowning.
“Yes.” I like seeing the concern on her face.
“From who?” she asks, her voice hardening. I like her jealousy, too.
“A blood bag.”
“Oh.” She bites her lip. “I have to know what Turner did with him. That's the only reason I stay in the pack house.”
“Can I suggest something?” I loosen my grip on Henry’s neck; his face is a little blue.
“Of course.” She nods her head eagerly, leaning further into my body.