"Emo, what are you planning?" He eyed the silver thread in my hand warily. "Don't forget, I just satisfied you—thoroughly, I might add. A woman shouldn't be so ungrateful, should she?"
He'd disposed of that butler with ruthless efficiency, yet a single silver thread had him trembling?
I bared my teeth in a cold smirk and lunged, but he sidestepped with infuriating grace.
Where had I miscalculated? How had this ended in under two moves? And why was I the one pinned beneath him?
The demon blood in me ignited, my skin burning as his icy breath grazed my ear, drawing an involuntary shiver.
"Emo, you're becoming more like me by the day," he murmured, lips curling. "Doesn't this feel natural? Once my blood fills your veins, you'll wake as my vampire fledgling."
Bastard! This was his scheme?
Over my dead body.
