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from the dim lights that were on the bedside table.  The cave had been renovated and made into a lavish bedroom with a large four-poster bed and dressers along with a flat screen TV and a mini fridge. She wondered just where those things were plugged in? She could hear the sound of water falling in the distance so she raised up to see where it was coming from. When she sat up the sheet pooled around her waist and she could see she was wearing a dark blue silk nightgown and she had clearly been bathed. If Deacon had changed her clothes and seen her naked he was going to look way worse than he did right now! She slid out of bed and walked over to the chair. “Deacon?” She whispered.
    Instantly his eyes flew open , and he looked at her. “Haven? Are you all right? Are you hungry again?” He lifted his right wrist and started to slash it open with his fang when Haven stopped him. “What are you doing? I’m fine! Why would you do that?”
    He stood up unsteadily and Haven was alarmed at how weak he was. “Deacon when was the last time you fed? Why do you look so bad? What happened?” She walked him over to the side of the bed and he sat down.
    “You truly don’t remember do you?” He asked softly.  She shook her head. “No, what happened?”
    “ I found you near death on a street corner almost three weeks ago. I have been feeding you and nursing you back to health. I nearly lost you a few times.” His face actually got paler at the thought of losing her, as if it pained him. Haven stepped back from him and looked him over once again. The bite marks the deep scratches. “Did I… do that to you?” She whispered in horror. He got up and placed his hands on her shoulders, his right hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck under her heavy fall of hair.
    “ It doesn’t matter, all that matters is that you are better. I will heal. They are just a few scratches.” Tears of shame fell down her face, as she looked at all the damage. “Deacon…I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I would have done this to you or why I don’t remember doing it!” She stammered out her apology.
    “Shh… Serah, you were starving. I knew you would be exactly like this when I brought you here. You couldn’t help it. Now we won’t speak of it again agreed?” Unable to meet his eyes she nodded her head. She walked around the cave her feet sinking deep into plush rugs that had been thrown everywhere. The cold stone floor was completely covered. She made the circle around the large room then she was standing back in front of him.
    “ Why couldn’t I feed Deacon?” She questioned. This time it was Deacon who couldn’t meet her eyes. “You know why don’t you? What did you do to me?”
    He looked at her with a n angry spark in his eyes. “I didn’t do anything. It was when you fed from me. I tried to stop you, I told you to stop remember?”
    Haven actually did vaguely remember that. “Ok, so what did that do to me?” Deacon got up and walked over to the mini fridge opening it he took out a bag of blood and ripped the corner with his fang. Only after he downed its contents did he answer. Haven felt like smacking herself in the head! Why didn’t she think of bagged blood?
    “ Remember when I told you that once a couple had bonded the female could only fed from her male? I believe this is what has happened. I truly did not think that you had taken enough to form the bond, but it appears I was mistaken.”
    Haven sank down on the side of the bed, her suddenly weak legs unable to support her. “It appears you were mistak en? It appears you were mistaken? So what now Deacon? I strongly suggest that you tell me anything other than I will have to feed from you for the rest of my life!” Deacon didn’t respond he didn’t have to. She could see the answer in his eyes.  Rage came over her so fast that it took her breath away. A blinding uncontrollable rage unlike anything she had ever known tore though her body and the only outlet