I had no idea this was a remarkable declaration. Since I’d been expelled from Vampire Studies, I had no idea vampires didn’t explain themselves. Even if I had an idea, I wouldn’t have cared about that either.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
“Leah.”
“Well? Are you?”
“Of course not,” he said on a sigh.
“No, of course not,” I shot back. “Had your fill last night, did you?”
His face grew dark as his arms grew tighter, just to the edge of pain but not quite there. “Listen to me, pet.”
“Stop calling me that,” I hissed and watched his face grow even darker.
This should have scared me.
It didn’t. I knew the worst he could do, outside actually finishing the job.
Ignorance is not bliss. Ignorance is torture.
“Are you going to f**k me?” I snapped in the face of his anger.
His head jerked before he asked, “Pardon?”
“Fuck me. You fed last night, you’re no longer hungry but you’re still here. I’m wondering why? I’m wondering how I’m meant to service you now, Master.”
His arms tightened again, going over the edge of pain for a fleeting second before he rolled me to my back and settled some of his solid weight on me.
His hand went to the side of my head, his fingers curling into my hair there, not gentle, not entirely painful either.
I looked into his face and it was carved from stone but his eyes were blazing like last night, but not with hunger or desire.
With fury.
Okay, so maybe now I was a little bit scared.
His eyes burned into mine for long moments before he pulled in a deep breath.
On his exhale, he said, “Considering what happened last night, Leah, I’ll let your behavior go this morning.”
“Well, thank you,” I returned with deep sarcasm.
His hand tightened in my hair. The not entirely painful part became a little more painful but not unbearable.
“Don’t try your luck,” he warned.
I really wanted to try my luck. Every bad trait that was me screamed at me to try my luck. Instead, my eyes slid to the side then I closed them so I didn’t have to look at him even in my peripheral vision.
“I hate you,” I whispered. It sounded weak, even scared and I didn’t care about that either.
His fingers loosened in my hair and he replied softly, “That’s understandable.”
With my head mostly freed, I turned it on the pillow away from him.
“Please go,” I begged.
He began sifting his fingers through my hair at the side of my head. It felt good. I didn’t want it to feel good and I hated him for that too.