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Emma convinced herself she’d lost him, because she was fast. She was also adept at convincing herself of things that might not be—good at pretending. She
“Never run from one such as me, female.” Her attacker didn’t sound human. “You will no’ get away. And we like it.” His voice was guttural like a beast’s, yet his accent was . . . Scottish?
A leather billfold contained a hardened card that was a “Louisiana Driver’s License.” Vampires in Louisiana? Unheard of.
He must have never heard of Anne Rice. lol
My m.o. has always been to keep my head low and not ask too many questions. It’s served me well so far.”
Now he found their interest vaguely insulting. As if he’d choose any of them over the creature he followed so closely!
“Why did you hit me?” She raised her head aggressively—the only movement she could manage. “For everything you’ve done to me. For endangering me and for every time you’ve ignored my wishes.”
Yes, she’d been lonely, feeling the lack of a partner in her life. Yet after dealing with a stubborn, overbearing male every day, she decided partners were spectacularly overrated.
Emma’s eyes turned silver once more. As she turned on her heel for the door, Lachlain heard her mumble in an odd voice, “Screw you guys . . . I’m going home.”
Cartman!
Did it ever occur to you that I might like to take one day at a time? I’m young, and this is everything. You’re asking me for—no, you’re demanding—everything, and I’ve only known you a week. You may have this cosmic certainty about me, but I don’t have the same about you.”
Now she believes I’m a liar. Probably because I lied to her.”
“I don’t want to live in a place where I have to hold my own. I don’t want to live in a place where I’m attacked or bullied.”
“I heard talk of these . . . creatures cruising through the village, pumping bass and whistling at men on the street, before turning toward the castle. I
She stretched out her hand. Met eyes with the vampire. You have no idea what you’re dragging home.
He clenched Nïx’s shoulders. “Why did you hesitate? I saw you hesitate!” He shook her until her head lolled, while she grinned and said, “Wheeee!”
“Sit.” When she reluctantly did so, he held up a pitcher of blood. “Drink?” She shook her head. “Trying to watch my points.”
“What have you done to her?” she cried. “Obviously, I clawed her, bloodied her, and burned her. Now, oddly, I offer her up to you.”
“No, I doona care. Especially since you seem to accept that my mate’s a vampire.” He gave Lachlain an exasperated look. “I would no’ give a damn if she was a Fury, as long as you are content with her. And it’s clear you are.”
“I kept thinking it was about my choice, but it’s not. It’s yours. You can choose to accept me with him. Or I leave.”
