Highland Vampire. Hannah Howell
before the door to her chamber, he opened it and gently but firmly pushed her inside. “I will see ye on the morrow. Be sure to clean the cut upon your head.”
He shut the door, not surprised to see that she looked startled. It had been an abrupt leave-taking. Although he knew she was bruised and battered, the temptation to follow her into that room and continue what they had begun in the garden had almost been too strong to resist. He needed to cool the fire in his blood before he approached her again.
As he started toward his own bedchamber, he caught sight of Lady Eleanor at his door. Keeping to the shadows, he changed direction and returned to the garden. Jankyn looked up at the full moon and thought of the royal hunting grounds not far from the castle walls. A hunt would ease the bloodlust that still hummed in his veins after having to let Lachlan and Thomas yet again slip free. It might also ease the tight knot of unsatisfied desire that gripped his innards. Despite knowing that is was risky, he left the garden and headed for the royal hunting grounds. Tonight he would feed.
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