Cursed by Rebecca Trynes Page A

deep breath, let it out slowly, and then said, “But that’s not even the best part.”
    Her eyes snapped back to his and she looked at him expectantly.
    “You know how I’ve been feeling pretty crap lately?”
    She nodded slowly, her gaze darting over to Greyvian like she had an inkling as to what he might say next.
    “Well, turns out it’s not the flu or anything. The fact is, that guy’s my father,” he pointed at Greyvian, “and I’m about to become a vampire. This thing that’s happening to me is the first part of my transition .”
    “Holy shit,” Sienna replied, her gaze drifting to Greyvian again. “I guess that explains your resemblance, huh?”
    Jacob smirked, ready to rib her for having the hots for the guy, but a fresh wave of fatigue hit him and his body felt suddenly heavy, causing him to sway. Luckily Knox was on the ball and provided a solid support for him before he face-planted onto the floor.
    “Is he going to be alright?” Sienna asked, reaching out a hand in concern.
    “With Greyvian here?” Knox replied. “Eventually. I won’t lie, the transition from human to vampire isn’t easy, but his father’s blood will help.”
    Jacob was too exhausted to react to any of that.
    “Now, I think I’d better put him in bed before he passes out and is completely useless. I don’t know about you, but I don’t fancy lugging ninety kilos of dead weight down the hallway.”
     
     
    Sienna was hyper-aware of Greyvian as she watched Knox lead her best friend out of the room. She tried not to look directly at him, like maybe that would help, but her eyes kept darting back to him again and again.
    She couldn’t begin to express the depth of her disappointment at the interruption earlier, but it was a distinctly physical ache that began in her core and bloomed throughout her entire body—or maybe that was the lingering effects of all those hormones still racing through her system? She wasn’t a virgin, and she wasn’t unfamiliar with being turned on, but she’d never felt it quite this intensely before.
    And to think—the vampire was Jacob’s father. How bizarre was that? She had the hots for her best friend’s dad! Ha! Hilarious! But, even better: the two of them looked the same age, could almost pass as twins, and yet, she was only attracted to one of them.
    How the hell did that work?
    Looking him over from top to toe and back again, she thought it must be due to Greyvian’s undeniable sex appeal. It wasn’t just his clothing that gave him an edge, but the way he held himself; he stood tall, didn’t slouch, and yet seemed relaxed in his stance. He didn’t fidget—at all—not even a slight shifting from foot to foot like any other human would when left standing for a while. He was statue still—and that was sexy as hell for some reason. As was the way he seemed to be watching her with a similar regard, as if he were cataloguing all of her desirable traits. Not that you could tell from his neutral expression what was actually going on inside that brain of his, but she liked to think that maybe he was thinking dirty thoughts about her.
    Suddenly aware that they weren’t alone and that the silence was stretching to infinity, she cleared her throat and asked the first question that popped into her head. “So, ah, how long will the transition take?”
    Greyvian’s eyes rose from where they had lingered on her neck, completely unreadable. When he spoke, his voice was impersonal, as if he hadn’t just had his erection and his fangs pressed intimately against her only a little while ago. “Judging by his scent and level of exhaustion, he should be entering the final stage very soon. I’d give him no more than a day or so.”
    Awesome. The thought of Greyvian sticking around until it happened had her stomach doing little flips and forward rolls of excitement.
    Glancing at the other vampire—Lucas—she marvelled at the resemblance to Knox and wondered if the two were also a