His blood was hot and stung the back of Ambrose’s throat, but Ambrose moaned in rapturous delight as he drank.
A powerful euphoria spread through him. It was nothing at all like his normal blood high. He could feel it slide up into his hair and collect around his fingernails. It was the most glorious feeling. He didn’t want it to end.
His eyesight went dark.
His euphoria ended.
He released Sammy and frantically glanced around.
Everything’s too dark.
“I can’t see. I can’t see.”
“Mnnm. It’s temporary.”
Ambrose startled and backed away.
Powerful hands grabbed him and pulled him forward.
“No! Let me go. Let me go! I can’t go back there. I can’t! I can’t! Don’t take me back there.”
“Mr. Smith.” Sammy’s voice exuded calm. “Don’t worry. I will not take you back there. The Catens will not touch you. Not if I can help it.”
“Why can’t I see? What? What have you done to me?”
“Calm, Mr. Smith.”
“Calm? I’m blind!”
“Yes, but it is temporary.”
Ambrose frowned. “You sound like you’re smiling. What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. But I did warn you. I told you some time ago that my blood would not agree with you.”
“I assumed you meant that I’d throw up or get the runs or something like that.”
“I’m sure you are. Where are we?”
“We’re sitting on top of a high cliff, Mr. Smith. So, I recommend you—”
“A cliff? Well, what the heck? What are we doing up here? I want to go home.” He realized that he sounded like a petulant little child and it pained him.
“I’m waiting for someone to come.”
“On top of a cliff.”
“Yes. On top of a cliff.”
He stiffened as he jumped to an unwelcome conclusion. “Are we at Mark Caten’s home?”
The ground trembled.
Ambrose dropped to his hands and knees and felt around for something he could hold on to in case the ground should collapse.
“I’m sorry.” The tremors stopped. “Trust me, Mr. Smith. You are safe with me.”
Ambrose scoffed. “As long as you don’t lose your cool.”