Oh, for fuck’s sake! “What do you think you are doing?” I hiss at Cade, who is looking around the room expecting to find something. “Especially at this time. And how the fuck did you even get in here?” I demand in a whisper.
His eyes laser over me, head to toe. “Nice outfit,” he says, not meaning it one bit. “This is your time of night, is it not? As much as you try to blend into the human world.”
“Actually, I was asleep,” I snap.
He looks a bit surprised but then leers at me. “You don’t wish to cover up?”
I am fully aware that most of my bits are on display, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging my nudity and just glare at him.
“Hm,” he says, “your husband obviously doesn’t mind then.”
“Leave him out of it,” I snarl.
“Oh, I intend to. I have no interest in him. You, on the other hand, are just such fun to play with.”
I stare at him. Does he not know that Cole is a Vampire? By his words, I’d say not, and I relax just a smidge.
“I am curious though,” he muses. “I assume he knows what you are? Do you drink from him?”
I just stay silent, not willing to discuss this. He laughs then. “Of course, you do. You are a parasite. Does he know that your lover is one of your kind?”
“Why are you so obsessed with me?” I ask instead, trying to draw the conversation away from Cole.
He laughs again quietly and repeats, “You are just such fun to play with.”
He holds his palm out and a bright sphere pops up. He twirls it around and steps closer to me. My eyes go to it briefly, but I pull my gaze away and stare at him instead.
“Oh,” he says, only slightly surprised. “They said you were strong.”
“They? Who are they?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he says, peering at me. “What am I going to have to do to you to get you undone?”
He pulls a knife out of his back pocket and slices his already wounded palm open to draw blood. It is oozing out; I can smell it. My fangs are aching to drop. I am so hungry.
“Drink,” he says, holding out his hand. “I know you want to. Your kind can’t resist.”
I just stare at his hand. He steps closer, but I back away. He knows he has me in a corner and holds his hand up to my mouth. Hating myself, I lower my mouth to his bleeding palm and drink. My lips are tingling, and it burns my mouth and throat as I swallow. The rush of power is immense. I suck harder and he hisses. I pull away before I extend my arm and with a palm flat against his chest, knock him flying across the room. He bounces off the wall and slumps to the floor. I take a menacing step forward as he picks himself up, rubbing his head.
“Know this, next time you offer me your blood, I will drain you dry. I think it’s time you left now,” I say.
“That should have incapacitated you,” he mutters to himself, as he takes a defensive stance.
What? Thank the gods I stopped Cole from touching it earlier.
He peers at me and asks, “What are you?”
“That’s a rude question,” I reply, irritated.
“Is there something that I don’t know about you, Mrs. O’Dell? You have me intrigued now.”
“Get. Out,” I hiss at him. “Before I knock you around a
bit more.”
With a last curious look at me, he backs out of the suite, just as Cole comes looking for me.
“Liv. Are you okay?”