I Thirst for You
Chapter One
Two things pain can do for you: sharpen you up or dull you down. It never does anything for your mood. He'd been in pain for over a week, and the crystal clarity he'd run on was dulling down to shards of scoured glass. He'd been running on adrenaline, when he needed blood. That had to change -- soon -- if he was going to survive. Blood was survival.
If he survived long enough out here, once he was free he could start thinking about revenge. He yearned to think about what he'd do to those who'd imprisoned him -- but letting those thoughts surface could easily lead to hallucinations, a sure way to get himself caught again.
"Not going to happen," he growled, the sound a rumble of thunder in the desert night. The name of the game was survival, and survival meant paring himself down to pure animal instinct.
Blood.
That was the only order of business.
He crouched on the ground, where scorpions scurried to get out of his way, rested his hands on the thick base of a saguaro cactus, and concentrated on finding blood. Animal blood wouldn't do; it had to be human. Preferably fema ... read full excerpt from: I Thirst for You ebook
