Oh well, in that case I will go and get myself a drink or two. I pour a glass of red wine. I have a craving for it which is bizarre as I am very much a white wine girl, and then I stop midway of pouring it. No, not just red wine. Red wine mixed with blood. I grab a bottle out of the secret compartment of the fridge and top up the glass. Mm, delicious. I take a big gulp and then freeze and stare down at my still bare feet. No high heels, not even shoes in general, and cravings. I swear to the almighty god if I start to get fat that woman is dead. Deader than dead.
I swiftly finish off my drink and pour another, it is just too delicious. I make one for Cole as well, so he doesn’t think too much of my weird cocktail.
“What is this?” he asks, looking up. “Red wine and blood? Bit of a cliché, don’t you think?” he says with a chuckle.
“It’s yummy. Taste it.”
He takes it off me with a sniff and takes a small sip. “Oh, that is nice,” he says and takes another bigger sip.
He finishes off his reading and hands me the pages bac
k and says, “Wow. That is pretty out there. You definitely need time to focus, my love. Especially if you think that you aren’t strong enough.”
“I know I’m not. But let’s just keep that between ourselves.”
He nods, smug that we have our own secrets to keep.
I have missed him and tell him so.
“I have missed you too,” he says with a yawn.
“Are you tired, baby?” I ask him.
“I am. Unusually so,” he says with a frown.
I frown back at him because I know why. I have been too far away from him and not focused on him for months now. This has to stop. “I’m sorry. This is my fault. You need me and I haven’t been here properly for you.”
“No, don’t blame yourself. You have other things to do,” he says in a way that only a charge to a sire would say and I sigh. I know I do the same with CK and he gets mad at me for protecting him. I know how he feels.
“Come to bed.” I pull him up by the hand. “To sleep,” I add.
“It’s only 8 PM,” he says. “And I don’t want to sleep, I want you.”
“We will sleep together and then when we wake up, we will be together. I just want to hold you and look after you, please,” I wheedle.
“Well, when you put it like that, I am not going to refuse that offer,” he says and lets me pull him into our bedroom. There is no way I am going to sleep, if possible, after this afternoon’s horror show, but he needs to, and I will make him. I still light my candles, with an added Demonic protection boost, which has the flames flaring up red for a few moments to Cole’s astonishment.
“What did you do?”
“Gave them a bit of kick!”
“You don’t say,” he says and strips off. “Sure I can’t interest you in a bit of nookie before sleep?”
I giggle at him. “Afterwards. Come here. Let me hold you.”
He dives on the bed and snuggles under the covers with me. He leans his head on my chest and relaxes as I stroke his hair and within seconds, he is asleep. His rhythmic breathing soon lulls me into a doze, and I struggle to stay awake. I don’t want that thing coming back. I ponder about that dream. Something is bothering me about it. Apart from the obvious brutality of it, of course.
Oh yes, Dream Lance said he was trying to show me our real sire, but that I wasn’t remembering the visions. What on earth did he mean? Probably just trying to mess with my head.
Real Lance thought that the real CK was the monster inside him, but I don’t think that. I see the good in him, especially now, especially after these last two days. We have become so much closer and he is starting to accept me as an equal, not his charge to dominate. I recall when we were outside, and I asked him what happened to his sire dominance and he said it had been replaced with ‘your soon-to-be-husband’s love’. I mentally shrug. I won’t think any more of it. Dream Lance lies and I won’t listen to him and question my sire. Cole shifts in his sleep and I move with him, now putting my head on his chest. He pulls me close and I pull the covers up around us. Our very own little cocoon. A couple of hours have passed, and I just can’t stay awake any longer. I am exhausted and I vow to just close my eyes for a few minutes…
Chapter 18
“How did it go?” Sebastian asks. He is sitting in his suite as CK stands, looking out of the window.
“Interesting. She won’t agree to it now, but she will. Christ. She argued like a bitch though. Had to know every little detail. She is so tenacious,” he says fondly.
“You told her?” Sebastian asks in surprise. “You told her I don’t have sex with Vampires?”