“You never play with me anymore,” she said with a pout. “You don’t look at me the way he looks at her.” “Who looks at who? What are you talking about?” Lionel demanded, though there was an undeniable quaver in his voice that made my heart race. Holy shit, was the asshole Dragon afraid of Lavinia? “The Vampire and his Vega,” she spat, fury lining her words. “If you love me, then why do you not touch me anymore?” “We are at war, Lavinia,”
