#Chapter 121 Working in the Gardens

Tessa’s POV “Drink from me…” I said again in a raspy whisper. Joseph’s entire demeanor changed in an instant. He froze and I felt his hesitation. My heart was pounding at a rapid speed against my chest, and I wanted more than anything for him to be satisfied. I wanted him to feed from me. I wanted him to turn me into one of those blood slaves so I could be bound to him and become immortal, that way I could be with him for the rest of eternity. But when he pulled away and looked at me with uncertainty in his eyes, I felt my heart nearly shattering. I suddenly felt cold, and I could feel his withdrawal. “This had gone too far,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “I can’t drink from you.” “Why not?” I pleaded to him, hearing and hating the desperation in my own voice. “I want you to…” I reached out to run my fingers down the side of his face, but he backed away from me, standing to his feet and leaving me alone on the bed. A small whimper escaped my lips and I had to bite my bottom lip