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my shoulders as he pulled me away from the scene.
    “Come on, honey,” he said gently.  “Let the two of them work it out.  You need to be smart right now and not argue with Oleif even if you feel like you need to.  You’re in a very delicate position at the moment and we don’t want to do anything to rock the boat, now do we?”
    “No,” I sighed as I saw the wisdom in his words.
    Trey led me to the kitchen and set me down at the table.  Archer, Hunter, and Aoife smiled at me as I carefully scooted my chair in.  I was getting a little better at my control and I bit my bottom lip to keep from smiling at the small accomplishment.  Trey went to pop a bag of blood in the microwave for me as Archer gave me one of his slow, sexy, crooked smiles. 
    “How do you feel?” he asked from his place across from me.
    “Clean,” I smiled appreciatively, “and ravenous.  How many bags of blood will I need to drink a day?”
    Archer relaxed forward and put his forearms on the table.  “You’ll drink four to ten pints a day usually, depending on activity.  It’s different for all vampires, though.  I normally don’t need more than three.  Quinn over there eats like it’s going out of style.  He usually puts away nine or ten a day.”
    “I’m a growing boy,” he defended with a chuckle as he slammed a domino down on the card table.
    “Yer over a century old already, yih gimp!” Seamus howled from the sofa.  “Growing boy my arse.”
    I giggled as I watched Quinn playfully launch a domino at him.
    “Oy!  I was about to use that one!” Lochlan piped.
    “Well, will you look at her,” Aoife remarked, drawing my attention back to the table.  She was looking at me and smiling.
    “What?” I asked, not understanding.
    “You actually laughed.  No one has heard you laugh in a long time.”
    “Oh, yeah,” I bit my lip as I looked down at my hands, “I’m really sorry about that.  I guess I’ve been a complete nightmare to be around lately.”
    I opened my mouth to explain to Aoife what I had learned about Amun sharing his soul with me and how his rage had been effecting my emotions, but a swift kick to my shin stopped me.  I looked up at Archer with wide, surprised eyes as he very minutely shook his head once.
    “Your blood is ready,” Trey sang happily as he walked up to the table.  I eyed Archer for a second longer, confused and wanting to ask why I couldn’t say anything to Aoife, when suddenly the metallic scent of my first meal drew my attention.
    Trey set a wine glass down on the table in front of me and carefully poured half the bag of blood into it.  It smelled downright delectable.  My fangs descended with a familiar pinch as I stared at the now full glass.  I didn’t know whether to wrinkle my nose in disgust or lick my lips.  My former human self would have been appalled at what my new vampire self was about to do.
    “Well go on, honey,” Trey encouraged.  “Take a sip.”
    “That wine glass doesn’t hold much.  Why didn’t you just put it in a regular glass?” Hunter inquired in his deep southern drawl.  “She’s going to be ripping the rest of the bag out of your hand in two seconds flat?”
    Aoife and Archer chuckled knowingly as Trey defended his decision.  “I wanted her first meal to be a sophisticated experience,” he shrugged one shoulder with a coy smile.
    I heard movement behind my back and jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I looked up to see Hagan and Oleif standing behind me.
    “Take it slow, Morrison,” he frowned as he nodded to my drink.  “Your first meal as a newborn can send you into a frenzy of bloodlust if you let it.  Prepare yourself now.  Breathe deeply; know you can handle any excitement you may feel and overcome it.  Remember who you are and most importantly where you are.”
    His warning to me was received loud and clear.  If I lost control and let the part of my existence that was fused with Amun’s came forth, Oleif would