I nodded to myself. That’s exactly what they’d do.
His gaze hardened. “I see. You’re still pining after your demon and vampires. Even after they left you behind.”
I narrowed my eyes. “They would never do that.”
“Oh?” He arched an eyebrow. “We’ll see. I’ll be back tomorrow so you can feed.”
I sneered. “I’m not feeding off you again.”
“I’m your only choice, Lilith.” His eyes darted toward the tub as he scratched the back of his neck. “But before that, you should take a bath sometime soon. You’re smelling a little…sour.”
I gasped. “Fuck you.”
A flash of white signaled his departure, and I turned to sniff myself.
Wincing, I glanced at the tub. “Fuck. I really do smell.”
But who could blame me? I’d been stewing in my own sweat for who knew how long as I was plagued with blood lust. I was surprised I’d held out for as long as I did without blood. I still wasn’t sure how long it’d been since I was taken to Heaven because starvation fucked with my timeline.
Climbing to my feet, I peeled the sweat-soaked clothes off and turned on the faucet to the tub. My body was sore, and I knew the hunger for essence would bite me in the ass sooner or later, but I had to get the fuck out of here before that happened.