“A few,” he says cautiously.
“Do tell.”
“I’d rather not.”
“Why? Worried I will get jealous and go kick their arses?”
He snorts with mirth. “Something like that.”
“I would, you know,” I say conversationally, “kick their arses.”
“Oh? That house of yours that you are living in, is made entirely out of glass, my sweet. I would be careful of those boulders you are throwing about,” he says wryly as he twirls us around in the water.
I shrug, unconcerned. “I am allowed irrational jealousy. Think of it as a Queenly benefit.”
“Hm, you have nothing to be jealous of. I am completely yours to do with as you please.” Again, I am sure I see a small shadow pass across his face and this time I question it. “You sure about that?”
“Of course,” he says briskly as he stops twirling us and lets me go. “I haven’t fucked another woman in months.”
I stand then and stare at his forcefulness. “Geez. Keep your pants on. You just seem to be hiding something.”
“I am not lying to you, Aefre,” he says in a temper and the earlier mood is long gone.
“I said calm down. It doesn’t matter if you had been with someone, while we were, uhm, apart. As you pointed out, my glass house is clearly on display.”
“Doesn’t matter? It doesn’t matter to you if I fuck another woman?” he throws nastily at me as he climbs out of the pool.
That’s not what I said, but what the Hell? Where is this anger coming from?
“Constantine,” I say to him as I follow him out of the pool.
He rounds on me. “Liv,” he sneers at me and I flinch, “I am trying to do right by you. To show you that I love you and that I’m committed to you and you just throw it back in my face by suggesting I am cheating on you.”
Cheating on me? What the fuck?
“That is an odd thing to say,” I say, studying him closely. “Cheating. That isn’t a word that we use,” I say slowly.
“Maybe we should start,” he says and walks away from me in a huff.
I watch him go with an incredulous look. I just stand there as he disappears up the stairs.
Well, fuck me. I have clearly hit a nerve there, but on what? Ever one to poke the ancient Vampire, I follow him and make my way quickly up the stairs.
I pause as I hear Sebastian ask, from what I assume is his bedroom, “What the Hell was that?” I slink back far out of the sensing zone and use my other abilities to listen.
“Guilt?” he asks in disbelief. “You feel guilt?”
Guilt? About what? I’m more than piqued now.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” CK growls at him.
“Christ. You do, don’t you? You feel guilty about the other day!”
What happened the other day?
“Shut the fuck up before I make you.”
Sebastian laughs. “Okay, now I have seen just about everything,” he hoots. “You shouldn’t give her that much power. Not with the way she carries on.”