Ian and I cuddled as best we could in the cramped quarters. He had stretched out horizontally along the back seat, his back resting against the armrest. My head rested on his chest. My body cushioned between his spread legs. If he was uncomfortable, he never mentioned it. Ian rested underneath me, his face peaceful. Sleep wouldn’t come and I gave up. Instead, I used the time to study him and think about his earlier revelation. Blue bloods held their secret closely. Historically, our kind had been kidnapped, abused and treated like plasma factories. While attitudes had changed, they hadn’t change enough to suit Jonathan, hence the secrecy. And it was obvious Ian echoed the same belief. I wondered about his past again. Why was he a rogue? He clearly had leadership skills and sire-like tendencies. Had he been a sire once? What event led him to this place? Was he a victim of circumstance like me? Or did he bring this upon himself?
