Chapter 8
Stark
"Wait, you want me to drink from Stark?" said Zoey. Stark felt sad at thinking she didn't want to drink from him. Was it because of Heath? She continued, "I mean, I don't have anything against drinking from him, but he just got back from the Otherworld, like me. Shouldn't he heal first? Can't I just have a blood baggie?" His mood was slightly better now that he realized she was just thinking of him. But then he became somewhat annoyed. Why can't she just think of herself for once?
"They are not as rich in nutrients as fresh blood is. We don't have any humans besides Aphrodite at the second and I don't think she'd let you drink from her. Besides, your connection is deep. You should draw energy from his blood and he should draw energy from knowing that you are well again," said Darius
"Well… all right, I guess." She finally gave in. Stark could see she was still not well so he picked her up.
He carried Zoey, pale and fragile, as gently as he could up to her room. He opened the door and set her on her bed. "Once you finish," said Stark, "You can sleep. My room is right across the hall."
"Stark?" she hesitated. "With Kalona back, I don't feel safe. Especially when there's the prophecy. Could-could you sleep in here with me tonight?"
"Of course, Zoey." He stood up, walked over to the bed, sat down, and took her in his arms. "You are my Ace and I will do what you say. But you need energy now, and that means you have to drink from me." He raised her lips to his neck. It had been so long since anyone had drunk from him. Actually, no one had drunk from him since before he was transferred. He shivered, remembering the pleasure. And then Zoey bit him.