Carlos’s P.O.V.

Heaven!

That was the only word my shattered mind could grasp as delicious liquid filled my mouth. Warm, sweet, and alive.

It surged over my tongue like liquid fire, intoxicating in a way any blood could never be. Every nerve ending in my body lit up, my vampire side roaring in bliss after years of restraint.

The taste was exquisite, dangerously perfect, like my soul had been starving for it without my knowledge. The world faded—the arguments, the pain in her eyes, the sound of my own heartbeat.

There was only her blood and me.

For the next few stolen seconds, I was lost in it, drunk, feral,...