I’d filled Imogen in on where we were going and the evacuation of all supernaturals to more secure locations. Then, suddenly, I had a thought. “So the vamps just bit you, right? I mean you said that none would give you release.” “They didn’t have me very long,” he whispered and snuggled closer against me. “Three days, but they beat me and kept rebiting me instead of just one bite and drinking. I think they liked that I screamed, and it kept them from draining me. Then they’d leave me to heal and replenish. “And since fairies heal faster than them or shifters, it was only a few hours until I was good to go for them to use again. My magic was working overtime fixing my body, and logically it would fit that doing so drained my power or magic. But it’s more like a rolling snowball, growing larger once it starts.” “I’m sorry they hurt you.” I kissed his temple, and he rubbed his face against my shirt over my nipple. I started purring in delight except I think my mate was so exhausted that the happy sound helped him drift to sleep.
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