This did not make me feel any better.
“Have you done this…” I could barely bring myself to say it but I forced myself to say it, “taming business a lot?”
“Not recently, no. But I used to do it before The Revolution on occasion. But only if my prey was special,” he held me closer and his voice got softer, “like you.”
I figured he thought that this was one of his profound compliments.
I did not.
“I’m tired,” I announced suddenly.
And I was. Very tired. Of my crazy life!
Most especially the crazy vampire who was sharing my crazy life (against my will, I might add).
He was silent for several moments.
Then his body moved like he was laughing. I ground my teeth together when I realized he was, indeed, laughing. He must have heard my teeth grinding because his laughter became vocal.
I visualized myself kicking him in the shin. It was childish, but it worked.
“That wouldn’t be a very nice thing to do, my pet,” he whispered and my body went still.
He’d seen me visualizing.
God, I hated him!
I tried to pull away but his arm locked.
“Will you please let me go?”
“Why?” he asked, still chuckling.
“So I can get comfortable,” I snapped.
Myrna would never snap but screw Myrna. If there was a snapping moment, this was it.
He settled his heavy weight into me, shifting me to my back, his legs tangling with mine, his arm still caging me in, keeping me close.
“This isn’t comfortable,” I declared on yet another lie.
“Mm,” he murmured against my temple and a happy trill glided across my skin (something else I ignored), “I disagree.”
Okay, I had to get control. As much as I detested asking it, I had to.
What would Myrna do?
I wracked my brain. Then I had it.
“Whatever you wish, Lucien,” I mumbled obediently.
He chuckled low yet again, kissed my temple then ordered, “Go to sleep, Leah.”
I didn’t answer. I also didn’t go to sleep.
I decided to fume.
This lasted for about five minutes.