Daphne’s POV“Yes,” she answered gently. “Not because he wants to. But because he will not be himself.”My mind raced.How could love turn into something that deadly? But there was no fear stronger than the thought of losing him.I lifted my chin slowly.“What do I need to do?” I asked.Because no matter the danger, I was not going to let him face this alone.“In ancient times, in the clan Theo came from, they fed willingly from their host, not by force,” Merilyn began, her voice calm. “In his case now, after not feeding for so long, he needs your blood to be full and return to normal.”My throat felt dry, but I forced myself to listen. “So firstly,” she continued, “do you have any special names you call him?”I blinked, confused by the question. My mind quickly searched for memories. I had called him Chummy once, teasing him when he was trying to act serious. I had also called him my beloved.“Yes, I do,” I replied softly.“That is good,” she said with a small nod. “That means you ha
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