A Hybrid's Hunger

Chapter 65

Chapter 65

A week.

I watch him, all day. Every minute, every second. And he doesn't drink, not a drop of blood.

It's not like he was drinking before, but the point is, now he's not even having a sip. It's been a week. When I asked him why, he brushed it off. It's not normal, at all. Maybe he's restraining himself, learning control, and the more he does, the easier it'll get.

But the question remains.

Why is he not drinking blood when he knows he has to?

It's early in the day when I see him lingering in the garden. The weather has begun to change. It's becoming warmer now, at least in the mornings. The sun is out, and the light shines over him. He sits alone on one of the benches with his phone in his hand.

I walk through the grass towards him while holding a glass of blood in my hand. It's fresh out of the freezer—not exactly fresh. It was from one of the untouched blood bags. According to Estella, Zade hasn't even been near the freezer in days.

Zade's attention shifts when he sees me approaching him. I sit beside him and offer him the glass. He tucks his phone to the side and raises a brow.

"It's for you."

He gives me a puzzled look, "I don't really need it."

"Yes, you do. Zade, please, just take it. You haven't had any since the last time. It's been a week and you're going to become weak if you don't drink."

"I'm fine."

"Zade—"

"I don't want to."

"Drink blood?" I raise a brow at him this time. "You're the first vampire who'll decline that. Just have a little and I won't budge you."

He shakes his head and leans closer to me. His hand falls on my thigh and he squeezes gently. "I'm fine. Really. Don't worry. I can go long without blood and I just don't feel like having any now."

I set the glass on the side of the table and turn my attention back to him. "How long?"

He looks away from me and that's when I know that he's going to lie. "Very long."

"Zade," I force him to look back at me. "How long? Aren't you already feeling weak?"

He licks his lips and brushes his hand over his jaw. "Maybe a month. And no, not really. I'm fine."

"Liar," I have seen him grow weaker day by day, the color fading from his face, his eyes turning hollow, and his skin getting paler. He's not fine. At all. "Is it because of me? Is it because you want to be strong for me and control yourself? You're doing it for the wrong reason. I'll never ask you to hold back if you want to have some blood, which is completely safe to have, especially if it's from the blood bags."

"You're overthinking."

I sigh and move closer to him. "Then prove me wrong. Drink the blood I got for you."

"No."

"Zade," I shift on the bench and move over his lap. His hand circles around my back, holding me in place as he meets my eyes. "I love you, every part of you, no matter how good or how bad it is. I just want you to be fine, feel fine. I don't care if you have to feed. It's your instinct, it's your nature and I want you to drink blood. Because that is who you are and I love that part of you too. It's a part of you, and I will love every part of you."

He smiles softly, "You're too good to me."

I lean closer and touch my forehead onto his, brushing my nose against his. "So, you'll drink the blood?"