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Haider’s POV:

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I frowned, my mind a swirling, chaotic mess. The scent of her was so overwhelming it was hard to concentrate. It was a sweet, intoxicating thing, like roses and rain on a hot summer day, butced with a strange, primal desperation that set my nerves on edge. Did that even make sense?

My body was humming, a low, thrumming vibration that I hadn’t ever felt before. It took me a moment to even register what she was saying.

“You mean… you feel hot?” I asked, my voice a quiet, stupid thing. My brain had gone offline, reced by a single, powerful need to be closer to her, to breathe her in. Was that the reason she was crying?

No wait, did psychopaths even cry? Was she sure she was a psychopath? Maybe someone misdiagnosed her? In today’s day and age it was highly possible, wasn’t it?

But then she trembled. “No!” She gasped, the sound almost broken. And then it was almost like something in our surroundings shifted. Her scent turned heady, a rich, musky perfume that filled the ssroom and made my blood rush down to my cock, a sudden, powerful surge that was both a pleasure and a pain. I gasped as I pushed away from her.

Fuck. I was insane. Getting turned on in a situation like this?

“Don’t you feel this?” She questioned. I looked at her, my eyes going hazy. Her face was red, blushing, a feverish, beautiful thing. Her pupils were dted, and her lips were slightly parted, and for a moment, a brief, horrifying second, all I wanted to do was kiss her, to plunder her mouth again. Heat. Heat? The word was a confusing, foreign thing that I couldn’t quite wrap my head around.

I frowned, the word finally registering in my mind. “Like how animals go into heat? To copte?” I asked.

She brought her hand up to cover her face, a small in a small embarrassed motion, and then nodded, goosebumps arising on my arms. The heat in my own body was so overwhelming that I was sure my whole body was covered in goosebumps.

“So… you’re… going into heat…” I said, confirming it.

She nodded again then spoke, her voice sounding defeated, “Yes. That’s why I’m telling you to stay away from me. I need to leave.”

I frowned, a powerful, protective instinct rising in my chest. “Leave and go where?” I felt something in me bristle. The thought of her leaving, of her going somewhere else….somewhere I couldn’t be, felt wrong. She’d already drank someone else’s blood, was she going to someone else for this as well?

“I don’t know…. home… to deal with this!” She said, her voice frantic. I noticed then that her whole body was trembling. I pursed my lips, a thousand thoughts rushing through my mind. “How far do you live from here?”

She tensed and answered, “Half an hour drive.” She whispered. A half hour drive? Alone? In this condition. “Did youe here yourself or with a driver?” My voice was a low, dangerous growl.

“Myself.” Her voice grew fainter.

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“There’s no way you can make it home like this, Lisichka.” I said, moving forward. My own body was ba /bmess of conflicting emotions. I wanted to hold her, to protect her, to be a solidi, /iforting presence for her. But bI /bbalso /bwanted to… I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to…be the one to calm

down her heat.

I shook my head, trying to clear the haze from my mind. Before I touched her this time I made bsure /bto do it slowly, so that she stopped me if she didn’t want me to.

She didn’t stop me, a quiet, desperate surrender in her eyes. As I wrapped my hand around her smaller wristb, /ba powerful, electric jolt went through my body, a thousand times more intense than before. Her skin was burning hot, almost feverish. Her pulse was racing under my thumb.

“How will you deal with this?” I asked, my voice growing hoarse. When she didn’t reply it only made my chest grow tighter, a painful, constricting thing. “Sienna… do you have any idea what you smell like right now? Even I, as a human, am affected by it. How do you expect me to just let you go?” My voice was a desperate plea.

I felt fear coil in my gut. She didn’t look like she had the strength to fight back if someone tried taking advantage of her. A wave of protectiveness washed over me. “No one will notice.” She said.

I scoffed. “Are you sure about that? I sure as hell can notice from a mile away.”

She pursed her lips. “You’re different.” She whispered.

“Different how? Because you drank my blood?”

I wanted to know. I wanted to know what made me different. She seemed to go stiff then and after a long while she spoke. “What do you expect me to do then? Why won’t you just go?”

My hold on her tightened. “Come with me.” I whispered. She stiffened, looking up at me, a wild, panicked look in her eyes. “What?”

“I said…” I began, enunciating every word, “Come with me. I’ll take care of you. I won’t hurt you…. juste with me.” I said, my voice pleading now.

She went silent for what felt like an eternity and the fear of her rejection coiled in my gut. But then she finally spoke, a one word answer that had me taking a sigh of relief, “Alright.”

I grabbed her wrist as I turned around and began walking.

I pulled the door open and thankfully, seeing the corridor empty, we moved out. I made my way to my locker to grab my car key before we made it to my car and I opened the passenger seat to have her settled in.

I touched her forehead, slightly concerned. Her skin was burning hot. “Are you sure… you don’t also have a fever?” I asked my voice a low murmur.

She shook her head, her body shaky. “Side effects of the heat…” She said, her gaze was hazy now and I think she was bing a little out of it, because she was actually leaning into my touch now.

Nuzzling my hand. I swallowed, then slowly pushed her head back to the headrest of the seat before I nodded, not waiting any longer as I pushed the door shut and came round to get into my own seat. I started the engine and I pulled out of the parking lot, onto the empty street.

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“Where… are we going?” She asked, her voice a quiet, slurred thing. I frowned. My hands, a tight, unyielding thing on the steering wheel, were trembling. The image of her, pale and shaking, was a painful, powerful thing. I had to get her somewhere safe. I had to get her somewhere where I could protect her. I pulled the bcar /bonto the main road and turned onto the familiar street, my heart a frantic, wild thing. “My house.” I said.

She wentpletely still. “What?”

I turned to look at her, “It’s alright. My parents won’t be home tillte. We’ll be fine.” I tried to calmly reassure her. She shook her head. “No. No, we can’t go to your home.”

I frowned finally as I sensed the fear in her voice. “Why not?”

AD