BLOOD LEGACIES

I groaned, stirring awake, I felt so good that I didn’t mind sleeping longer but my stomach inwardly growling was killing me. I groaned once again shifting and I got more uncomfortable, I didn’t wanna wake up now but it seems I had no choice so I flicked my eyes open... the room was super bright and the loud sound of the birds chirping filled the room like a lullaby, along with the soft whooshing of the wind and the movement of plants.

I closed my eyes for a brief second hoping to adjust my eyes to the newfound brightness and then I tried to move but I felt locked in place like I was caged, I groaned wiping my lips followed with drool before moving again but it seemed like a futile attempt so I trailed my hand down and found a strong arm around my waist and that was when my senses awoken, I felt my back pressed against a large chest with heat slipping from it. Dace held me so firmly that I was locked where I was, unable to move or even turn if I wanted to, he just held him in his unconscious state like I was gonna run away.

Suddenly the strong urge to pee found me and I tried moving again but it just felt like I was making a fool of myself.

"Dace," I said, gripping his arm. "Dace?" but no answer just the soft sound of his breath blowing behind my hair, just how deep is he sleeping? Well, that can’t be good because I really needed to pee.

"Dace, please I need to pee" I felt him move but I wasn’t sure he was awake, he rubbed his face against my hair before falling to my neck and breathing my scent. I shuddered by his action because his hot breath was now directed at the crook of my neck.

"I will be back I promise" At least he could hear me right? Seems like he did because he finally released his grip and I grabbed my glasses quickly rushing to the bathroom to relieve myself, that was close.

I walked out rubbing my stomach and then I set my eyes on him, I almost giggled when I saw him, he was still fast asleep, lying on his back with one hand behind his head, he looked so deep in sleep, he must be so tired like he hasn’t had a wink of sleep, it made me wonder if he had any during his hunt because right now he was out like a log.

I took my seat on the bed watching him, this sight was something I want to imprint in my brain, perfection, the way his dark hair fell on his forehead in curls and just called me to move but I refrained from doing so, I didn’t wanna wake him, he looked too tired. Such a quiet sleeper. I heard a slight snore from him, or not! I snorted a laugh but I quickly covered my mouth so that I won’t wake him, definitely not a quiet sleeper.

My stomach growling again snapped me back, I rubbed it with a pouting face, I didn’t have anything to eat throughout yesterday and after our heated session, I didn’t either. I really need to put something in my stomach fast. So I went downstairs to his living room and opened the fridge. It was empty, just water and some canned drinks. No food or anything chewable, seems like I would have to locate the kitchen, but where was it? I haven’t set my eyes on it before, I would just wake Dace and tell him I was hungry but that didn’t seem like a good idea. The thought of waking him when he finally has a good sleep made me feel guilty, like I will have to find the kitchen myself.

So I walked to the door and swiftly opened it, as I stepped outside I heard vacuuming so I traced the sound to the next lobby and I spotted a maid doing some cleanup, well about 5 of them, guessing it was the weekend that’s why I saw most of them. It just seems like those movies when maids cleaned the castle, they looked properly dressed, hair packed in a bun neatly, and in full maid professional uniform.