VA 2 - Blood Jewel
Doll?”
    “A little more than two years,” I
admitted. Although two years was nothing for a vampire, it was
rather significant in the life of a human and I knew by the look on
her face that my answer didn’t sit well with her.
    She became silenced by my
unintentional hurtful admission. Now, she looked at the ground in
search of the right words. The silence surrounding us emphasized
the beat of her rapid heart before she finally continued, “What
ended your relationship with Luciana?”
    “She thought she loved me. I
failed to convince her that it was the result of The Kiss she
loved, so I ended all contact with her.”
    Chansey took a deep breath. “What
happened to her?” she asked.
    “She found another vampire to feed
on her and he eventually turned her.”
    This hole I was digging was getting
deeper with each question I answered. Chansey took the stance I had
unfortunately become quite familiar with when she shifted her
weight over to one leg. “Incredible! There’s a second vampire out
there somewhere that’s convinced she’s in love with you? You are
quite the lady’s man, aren’t you?”
    “Luciana is a vampire, but she is
not in love with me. She’s a vampire in love with the blood she
drinks,” I clarified.
    “Vampires have romantic
relationships with other vampires, so how do you know she isn’t
still in love with you?”
    “She just isn’t,” I
argued.
    I reached for her arm and she
stepped out of my reach. “But, how do you know, Curry?” she
insisted.
    “I’ve seen her since she was
turned and she isn’t interested. Nor am I. I was never interested
in her for any reason other than using her for blood when she was
human.”
    I cheated and used my vampire speed
to catch her before she could pull away from me again. I wrapped my
arms around her and kissed the top of her head as I pleaded, “You
are the only one I have ever loved in my human life or in my years
as a vampire. The only one. Ever.”
    She finally returned my embrace and
said, “I’m sorry. I know I must look like a jealous
fool.”
    I certainly couldn't fault her for
feelings she couldn’t control. “I understand because I have
experienced some jealousy issues when it comes to your
admirers.”
    “I don’t have admirers,” she
argued.
    “It certainly looks like it to me,
but why don’t we just call all of it water under the bridge?” I
suggested.
    “I think I can agree to that and
my answer is ‘yes’ to your earlier question. I would love to join
you and your family for dinner tonight. Make mine AB negative,” she
laughed.
    “My, Miss Leclaire. You have a
choosy palate. AB negative is the sweetest and most difficult to
come by.”
    “It’s good to know I’m sweet and
in high demand,” she said as she walked her fingers up my
chest.
    “Your blood type is AB
negative?”
    “All day and all night long,” she
laughed.
    I wouldn’t have guessed that from
when I tasted her, but I only had a few drops. Maybe it was the
Agápe bond throwing it off or maybe I just didn’t have enough to be
able to tell. “Chansey, don’t tell anyone that. Always keep that to
yourself.”
    “Okay, I will,” she
agreed.
    We went back inside and spent the
day watching television and lounging around the house since the
others were asleep, but the minute the sun was down, my sisters
were looking for Chansey. Lairah startled Chansey a little when she
appeared instantly at her side. “I thought the sun would never go
down. Come on, we’ve got wedding plans to make.”
    Chansey turned to me and said, “I
guess that means I’ll see you later.”
    Her words said one thing while the
look on her face told me she wanted me to save her, but I had plans
of my own that didn’t include her.
    “Girls, take it easy on her and
don’t make her regret her decision to marry me,” I called out to my
sisters because I knew they could possibly overwhelm
Chansey.
    With Chansey tied up by Gia and
Lairah, it was the perfect time to do a little

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