Being told what to do had Cassidy’s hackles rising, a feeling in his throat like if he said anything, it’d come out as a growl.
A deep drink of blood tended to have two effects, outside of healing any injuries. The first was sobering — it had always reliably kicked Cassidy out of a high. The second was a period of hightened senses. Colors looked a bit brighter, sounds and scents were more keen. Whatever the pollen was, it wasn’t a drug in the conventional sense, but the increased alertness at least made Cassidy aware that it was still affecting him. Gave him an edge, if only a tiny one, in resisting it. For now.
Who knew how long that would last.
Cassidy summed all of those thoughts up in a muttered swear — “Bollocks” — and kicked his ruined clothes into the heavy brush, where they were just hidden enough. That’d have to do. It wasn’t as if any of this was likely to remain a secret.
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A deep drink of blood tended to have two effects, outside of healing any injuries. The first was sobering — it had always reliably kicked Cassidy out of a high. The second was a period of hightened senses. Colors looked a bit brighter, sounds and scents were more keen. Whatever the pollen was, it wasn’t a drug in the conventional sense, but the increased alertness at least made Cassidy aware that it was still affecting him. Gave him an edge, if only a tiny one, in resisting it. For now.
Who knew how long that would last.
Cassidy summed all of those thoughts up in a muttered swear — “Bollocks” — and kicked his ruined clothes into the heavy brush, where they were just hidden enough. That’d have to do. It wasn’t as if any of this was likely to remain a secret.