Chapter 25

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Hana's POV

For the first time I see Crowley's face darken. He doesn't answer me, seeming deep in thought.I tried again. "Is Guren at least alive?" I ask, afraid of what he will answer.

Crowley closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling a deep breath before answering."He is." He said, his voice strained.Hope started to spread through me."Is he still in this building?" I pry.Crowley opens his eyes again, looking irritated."That is none of your concern." He says clipped. He clearly didn't want to continue speaking about Guren.

I bite my tongue. If Crowley is speaking the truth than Guren is alive at least, that's enough information to satisfy me for now. For some strange reason I wanted Crowley to go back to his usual laid-back self, maybe because that way I would get more information out of him. But my chest constricted.

What can I do to make him in a better mood?

The tense silence between us was unbearable. He had returned to reading his papers, clear 'don't talk to me' vibes radiating off of him. I felt like I was choking and I don't understand why.

Is it because of this stupid mate bond?! Will I feel like this every time Crowley is upset?

No that couldn't be the case surely. I tried to keep my mind occupied, maybe the feeling will go away then. I started fumbling with the papers on the desk in front of me, not really interested anymore to read its content.

A sharp pain suddenly coursed through my finger. I hissed quietly and looked down. There was a small paper cut on my index finger, small droplets of blood started welling up out of the cut.

Shit!

I quickly looked up at the sound of Crowley inhaling sharply. He was staring at my bleeding finger with such intensity I was afraid he might jump over the desk any moment now to get to me.I held my finger protectively against me. Close enough to my body that if needed I could pull out the dagger in time to defend myself.

He stands up so abruptly the chair he was occupying fell to the floor. I flinch back, now also standing. He takes a couple of careful steps towards me, as if trying not to scare off a kitten, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on my hand."D-don't!" I yelp as he grabs me by the wrist, now holding my hurt hand in front of his face."Hana..." he breathes out my name. The sound of his breathless voice saying my name send a wave of... something... through me. "Let me." He says, now he was looking at me directly. I couldn't move, my legs felt like led.I stayed silent. Not trusting my own voice right now. My heart was racing, my mind screaming at me to flee, to fight, to pull out the damned dagger and stab the vampire bastard. But my body didn't obey any of those natural instincts. Instead it was seeming to wait for something, curious as to see what Crowley would do.

He slowly brought my bleeding finger closer to his mouth. That finally jerked me out of my trance and tried to pull my hand back, but without success. Crowley was holding my wrist tightly, hunger radiating from his eyes. "Crowley, please don't" I croaked out, not caring anymore that my voice sounded on the verge of breaking. He was going to kill me. Suck me drie just like those other nobles did to my old comrades.

"Stay still, I won't hurt you." He says, in a slightly demanding tone. Struggling wasn't any use. I could only look on in horror as he put my finger into his mouth and started sucking on it.As quick as lightning, those tingles started to erupt through my whole body again. I had given up struggling by now and was looking at Crowley sucking the blood from my finger. His tongue ever so lightly brushed the tip of my finger and I shuddered. Not in disgust I realized, but in pleasure.

This can't be happening!

Finally after what felt like forever, Crowley takes my finger out of his mouth and lets my wrist go. He seems to be breathing heavily, as if he had been fighting hard to constrain himself.But I wasn't focused on him. Instead I was looking at my finger. No more blood was coming through the small cut, and it didn't even hurt anymore.

"You taste so good little mouse." Crowley breathes. I look back at him, finally noticing how close we are standing together. He had caged me in between himself and the window. I froze as Crowley's face drew nearer. He was mere inches from my face. His eyes were hooded and he looked at me with a heated gaze. I've never seen a vampire act like this. He almost seems drunk?!

"Crowley ?" I ask carefully. Putting my hands against his chest in attempt to push him away. He didn't budge however. Determination coursed through me. I couldn't allow this to keep going any longer. My hands left his chest, intent on grabbing the concealed knife and either stab him or threaten him with it. But in a flash of movement he took hold of both my wrists. Now forcing me to keep my hands against his chest.

My eyes widened in surprise. "What are you doing?" He leaned in further, I squeezed my eyes shut. Heat was rising to my face but I don't know why. He was either going to kiss me or drink from me, and I wanted neither.

Suddenly I felt a sudden weight resting on my shoulder, my eyes flew open in surprise. Crowley, although much taller than me, and probably uncomfortable bend over, was resting his head on my shoulder. Taking in deep breaths.

I didn't move, too stunned. He was not sucking my blood. Yet.

I waited a moment, determining that Crowley wasn't planning on moving or saying anything I decided I had to be the one to take the first step.

"Crowley?" I say his name carefully. I still wasn't sure what was going on, and I didn't want to provoke him."Just stay still little mouse, I want to suck you dry so badly but I can't. Just give me a moment to recollect myself." He murmured into my shoulder. The movement tickling me slightly."Okay." I replied. There was nothing I could do anyway. With my hands still held against his chest, I could feel his breathing starting to even out more and more.

I should have taken a shower.I thought, before mentally slapping myself for even caring how I smelled to him.

I couldn't help myself though, his hair was so close to my face now that some strands were tickling my nose. His scent unavoidable in this close proximity. He smelled really good, not at all what I had expected. Instead of the smell of metal and sweat, as I had assumed, he smelled of sandalwood and rain.

Without lifting his head of my shoulders he releases my wrists. I don't immediately pull away from his chest but I eventually do. Letting my hands fall to my side.Crowley's hands soon returned to find mine, he was tracing with a careful finger on my fisted hands, as if asking for permission to be held. I immediately noticed his gloves were off, because as soon as our skin connected the same tingling sensation returned to me.This time however, I was more prepared for it, even enjoyed the feeling somewhat.

I could pull out the knife now, stab him in the back. But instead, without my permission, my hands opened up to his, as if drawn to him like a magnet.

As soon as my palms opened, giving him permission, his hands closed around mine, firm enough not to give me the chance to pull away. But not hard enough to make it uncomfortable.

We stood like that for I don't know how long. Him resting his head on my shoulder, breathing each other in while holding hands. And that's when I realized, I actually quite liked it.