Chapter 67

XAVIER Ophelia pulls her hair into a ponytail while she waits for the leftover moussaka to finish heating in the microwave. Even from a few feet away, I can clearly see the pulse fluttering on the underside of her jaw. My fangs ache to taste her. I fed from her this morning, but it may as well have been weeks ago for how much I need her now. With four vampires drinking her blood every day, we need to be careful about how much we take. “I can feel you watching me, Xavier,” she says, giggling. I smirk. “I am always watching you, Cupcake.” Flashing me a coy smile over her shoulder, she flutters her eyelashes. My beautiful little slut. “Little and often, Xavier,” Alexandros says, reminding me of the agreement we made yesterday after Ophelia left for class. We will all feed from her each day because going longer than that without a taste of her blood feels like torture, but we will only take small sips, at least until she’s stronger. Who knows what her new powers are going to hold? She heal