82 - JEREMIAH

JEREMIAH

I am startled out of my head when I hear a whimper come from the bedroom. I get up and walk into the bedroom to find Emma stirring on the bed. I move quickly and climb onto the bed, moving her slowly and carefully so she is lying in my lap.

I open her mouth just a little and then bite into my wrist once more. I place it over her mouth and whisper into her ear as I feel her pain through the blood bond, which I have had fully opened since the attack.

“Drink Emma, my pet. It will help.”

I smile to myself when she actually starts sucking a little on my wrist and then swallowing it. I feel the moment she stops drinking and falls into sleep rather than the unconsciousness she has been in for the past week.

I spend a few moments holding her against me before I lay her back down in the bed and move back out of the room and over to my desk. I feel a little of the weight that has been building on me, lesson with the know