#Chapter 261: What hope tastes like

Alexander It was as simple as that. Fiona ignored the stupid things coming out of my mouth, pinned my broken body underneath her and forced me to change my mindstate. She snapped me out of that dark place of near insanity by feeding me her beautiful, intoxicating body and pressing her own energy into my soul in the process. She reminded me what hope tastes like. My heart began to heal the second that our lips touched, and by the time she came on my mouth she’d successfully reminded me that I never want to refuse contact with my beloved mate ever again.Fiona was not only strong and resilient; she was so fucking smart, too. She paid attention to everything and she knew me well. She knew that there was something wrong and she’d figured out what it was. No wonder I had been feeling so sick. So hateful. Visions of Caius had been haunting me, and no fucking wonder—I knew vampire blood was bad for you, I was just too far under its effects to remember that and realize what was happening to