Sinned Blood

CHPATER 21 ~ New Wounds

SKY'S P.O.V.

After what feels like hours, Jaxon finally releases me to my room, ensuring Kaiden tends to my wounds discreetly. Despite the healing, a lingering weakness persists. Jaxon's insight about the feeding resonates—I didn't resist, and self-disappointment sinks in. Why do I keep letting my guard down? Is this enjoyment universal or just my weakness?
Ashamed, I lie down after drinking water, my head spinning from lost blood.

"I feel nauseous... Fuck." I get up, wanting the bathroom, but the urge to vomit fades.

Maybe I should eat something.

Navigating to the kitchen, each step stretches the hallway and the stairs feel colossal. Carter, sandwich in hand, observes my pale state prompting his concern.

"Whoa, you okay? You look all pale."

"Mhm." I nod, thumbing up, fearing I might vomit opening my mouth. But the uneasy feeling persists, and little pixels blur my vision. Carter rushes to my aid, placing me on the kitchen table, where the world fades as I black out.

"There there, it's okay. Let's get you some sugar."

I don't recognize much but I assume he put me down on the kitchen table with my legs up. I lie there while I hear him searching for something, my blurry vision induces panic, and I black out.

My head feels so heavy... It's like I can't stay awake.

Opening my eyes, Carter offers water, attempting to soothe my sudden disorientation.

"Drink. You need it." Attempting, I spill most over my shirt. "Here, take this. Open your mouth." He inserts something sweet—just what I needed.

"Thank you... I don't know what happened all of a sudden."

"That's fine. I figured this might happen sooner or later. You need more red meat; you have an iron deficiency." I nod, acknowledging his insight.

"I'm a terrible eater. I know I should eat those things, but I have no appetite. My mom and I shared that terrible habit." Attempting to explain, nausea lingers. She decides not to tell Carter anything about Jaxon.

"I'm just exhausted. Ryan has been a little aggressive lately."

"Have I?" A menacing voice startles me. I look at Carter who chuckles as Ryan approaches us from behind me.

"Chill, Ryan. She's just being honest. You can hardly punish someone for not lying, can you?" He says and taps my nose softly. Ryan grabs a good chunk of my hair and yanks my head back making me look up to him. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping he won't hit me again.

"Stop acting like a victim. Pack your things." He drags me out of the chair and pushes my body towards the door, making me stumble over my own feet. Dragged and pushed, I hate the rough treatment. It's like I'm his rag doll.

"What do I need to pack my things for? Can I go?"

"Yes. You can GO TO YOUR ROOM and pack your things." Annoyed, Ryan directs me, and a whispered retort follows as I run to my room.

3rd P.O.V.

Ignoring Carter's inquiry, Ryan pours a glass of water, contemplating whether to share his plans due to Carter's tendency to disclose information. Concerned about Damien's involvement as a bodyguard, Ryan decides this journey demands solitude to navigate his internal turmoil undisturbed. Without another word, he leaves the kitchen. Carter briefly ponders Ryan's mysterious demeanor but chooses to set aside his suspicions for the time being.