Bloodlust (The New Order 3)

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5 

Candice

The waves rolled up against the shore, leaving trails of water on the sand. The night sky was clear, the stars and moon shining bright above. It was a little too cold, considering I was wearing nothing except for a dress. But somehow, it wasn't bothering me.

I couldn't take my eyes off the ocean, couldn't stop staring at the way the water moved and crashed against the sand. I didn't know how long we had been sitting here but it had been a while.

The music was still ringing faintly, from a distance and there were less and less people at the beach now.

"You killed a lot of people from where I come," I said to Gideon, keeping my voice low. "A lot of vampires."

"I know."

"You did."

"I know."

"Do you think—if you hadn't met Cain, you'd still be doing the same?" It was the first time I had brought his name to my lips, and saying it out loud made me feel uneasy and strange.

"Probably," he shrugged, looking out at the water. "But by now, everyone from your kind, and the werewolves would be dead."

"Everyone?"

"Every single one of them. And I still desire that."

There still wasn't much I knew about him, even after spending so many months with him.

"There were some letters I found," I leaned back, away from my knees. "When I was in Thornwood. Letters from your mother. She journaled a lot of things about the days your father took you away from there and left you somewhere when your brothers were born, along with the other things she had done."

"Forgive me if I'm not curious to know about her or the things she wrote," he responded, not moving a single inch or showing any kind of expression. "I never had a mother, and I'd rather keep it that way."

I didn't press the subject, not wanting to anger him and ruin this moment we had. So, I kept my mouth shut and looked down at the sand.

I hadn't told him much about the details of how I came to be—like this, like him. That night was mostly blocked out of my head. Of how I killed Ethan and became what I feared the most.

"There was a woman, a rogue, who came to the pack house. Did Cain tell you about that?" I asked him, wondering if he knew about Lucy.

He nodded.

"He mentioned it."

"Did you know her at all?"

"No," He gave his head a shake. "I never heard of her like I had told Cain."

"Did you any women before me?"

He looked at me for a long time, and I wasn't sure if I had asked the wrong question. But then he shrugged and looked away.

"No."

"Never?" I was a little taken back.

"Never."

"So, you have—" I sat up straighter, processing what he'd just said. "You haven't ever been with a woman in all these years?"

"No."

I was stunned.

"Intimately?"

His eyes lingered on my face as he shook his head.

"How can you—have never had that? You're—you know how to?"

He didn't respond, didn't speak a single word, didn't even move. His eyes just stared at me with an unreadable expression and for a moment, I felt embarrassed.