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said it feels like lightning passing through their veins—and yet he gave no thought to that the moment he heard you were missing from school. He shot out of here without a single thought to his own safety. And what do you do? Shun him! Now he won’t even feed in order to heal himself. He said “no feeding!” and then mumbled your name. What’s that all about anyway?”
                  Rose rubbed her temples, seemingly shocked at Charity’s anger, or maybe it was over this new information. From Rose’s frantic expression, her emotions were in overload.
    “After our date the other night,” Rose began, “I offered myself to him to feed. He refused. I got angry, but later I felt bad about that, so I went to find him to apologize. I found him feeding on a pretty woman in the hall. And you know the rest. I didn’t understand how he could do that. I still don’t.”
    Charity sighed, her anger dissipating instantly. After all, she knew all too well the emotion of jealousy. She was the last one to judge such a response. She remembered how it felt when she thought Serena was trying to seduce Levi. It seemed so long ago, but she still remembered how painful such thoughts could be. She sighed, taking a seat on the bed next to Rose. “Well, let me explain. We have donors assigned to Raven. These are pack members who’ve volunteered to feed him.  It’s too dangerous for him to leave the safety of the facility to find his own source of food. The vampires may be looking for him. We set up a schedule and, unless requested sooner, one will show up to feed him every seven days or so. That girl he was feeding from was assigned to him—a donor. That’s all. He has no other relationship with any of them beyond that. He’s been incapable of love since the loss of his Rose—that is until you showed up. Now do you understand?”
    Rose lowered her head, seemingly ashamed of her actions. “I have been such a witch. I should’ve known.”
    Charity took her hand in hers, compassion filling her as she studied Rose. “How could you have known? You two still barely know each other, but it’s not too late to make it right.”
    “Charity, really? Do you think he can forgive me?”
    She flashed a devilish smile. “I think he’s dying to forgive you—pun intended. Now here’s what you should do.”

     
     
     
     
     
     
                                      Chapter Eight
     
     
    Rose opened the door slowly and crept into Raven’s living quarters. It was dark, and until her eyes adjusted, she had to feel her way through the rooms. Once her eyes did adjust, however, she could see quite well, and had no trouble finding Raven’s bedroom. She stepped in slowly, cautiously approaching the dark figure lying unmoving in his bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed and took his hand in hers; it was slightly cool to the touch. He still didn’t move.
                  “Raven, it’s me, Sophia.”
                  His head gradually turned toward her, and she saw the moment his dark eyes finally focused on her. “Sophia? Is it really you?” His voice was but a whisper.
                  “Yes, Raven, it’s me. I came to apologize. I’ve been such a fool. Can you ever forgive me?”
                  His smile was weak. “Of course I forgive you. I too was a fool.”
                  “No,” she said, shaking her head from side to side. “You saved my life. I want to thank you properly, and I won’t take no for an answer. After all, I did inherit some of Rose’s tenacity.”
                  He laughed softly. “Yes, I do not doubt that.”
                  She brought his hand up to her lips and kissed it softly—then pulled her hair to the side and positioned herself on the bed, towering over him—her neck hovering just over his mouth.
                  “I am sorry, Sophia, but I cannot. I do