Chapter 21

(Derek's POV)

I woke after an hour of comatose sleep, feeling the thirst for blood searing in my throat. The room wasn't that dark. The lampshades that perched on both ends of the headrest pooled on the bed, gleaming off Reagan's skin. Her presence alone amplified my thirst, and it took all my will power to control myself. I didn't want another repeat like the last time.

Staring at the love of my life's sleeping figure, I sighed and reached out to stroke her rosy cheek. Even in slumber, she still looked achingly beautiful, like an angel sent down from heaven to torture me with her beauty and charm.

Wow, Derek. That was so cheesy.

Not only that, I just had to chuckle softly at the irony of my thoughts. If this was torture, I would gladly take it any day, or better yet, for the rest of my immortal life.

My hand moved to her soft brown locks, stroking them languidly. It was soft and smooth, as always whenever I twirled a lock out of habit. From there, my fingers traveled cautiously to he