Sasha gave a low growl. "I was there for three weeks. I had to eat rats."
"I hear they're very nutritious." Dante grunted as the fingers tightened on his throat. "Dammit, Sasha, I wouldn't have locked you in that bloody cellar if you hadn't tried to stake me."
"You know I would never have done it. I was only playing."
"Playing?"
"You used to like our little games. Remember how you enjoyed being chained to the—"
"Chains are one thing, Sasha, but a stake is quite another," Dante hastily interrupted. "I didn't particularly care to stick around and discover where you intended to put it. Call me crazy."
Sasha gave a loud sniff. "It was still rude."
"You have my deepest apologies," Dante muttered. "As well as my solemn promise never to lock you in a cellar again."
There was a long pause before Sasha's features softened to a seductive pout, and she lowered Dante to the floor.
"I suppose I could be convinced to forgive you."
'You are nothing less than a saint."
Allowing the hand that had been choking Dante to smooth its way down his chest, the vampire leaned forward until she was pressed intimately against him.
"Now, do we kiss and make up?"
Abby discovered her fists clenching as the woman rubbed against Dante like a cat in heat. She wasn't sure if she wanted to smack Dante or Sasha the Slut. But she most certainly wanted to smack someone.
"Actually, I'm in rather a hurry. I need to speak with Viper."
The pout became more pronounced. "Always running off. And always with some worthless human," she accused, her cat eyes shifting toward the silent Abby. "Or is this dinner?"
With a smooth motion, Dante was moving to Abby's side, his expression stark with warning.
"She's not on the menu."
"Predictable." Sasfaa's voice was pure venom. 'You really should spend more time with your own kind, Dante. These creatures make you weak."
"I'll keep that in mind."
With an angry sniff, Sasha turned to stalk away, her ivory curves perfectly visible beneath the thin gauze.
Alone with Dante, Abby shot him a disgruntled frown. "Charming."
"Sasha's a bit… emotional," he ruefully conceded.
"More than a bit if she tried to kill you."
He shrugged. "Every relationship has its share of danger. You admitted that yourself."
"Not death by wooden stake," she muttered, still battling the lingering sense of resentment at the thought of Dante being intimate with the beautiful vampire. "The woman was clearly demented."
A raven brow arched as Dante allowed his gaze to sweep over her stiff features.
"As I recall, you've threatened to stake me more than once."
'Yes, but that was different."
"How?"