His deep voice cut through my thoughts. “I’ll go, Leah, but I’ll be back tonight.”
My eyes flew open and my head jerked back to facing him.
“Tonight?” I croaked, my voice broken with fear.
His middle finger touched my temple gently then his hand flattened carefully against the side of my face. “Tonight.”
“But, you can’t need –”
“I’ll not be feeding.”
Oh my God. That meant we’d be…
“I’ll not be f**king you either,” he went on.
I shook my head. “Then why are you coming back tonight?”
“We need to talk.”
I stared at him a second before shaking my head again. “No, we don’t.”
“We do.”
“We don’t.”
He sighed again and his face dipped closer to mine. I sucked in my breath.
“We do,” he repeated.
Now I was angry, freaked out, hating him, terrified of him and confused.
“But I thought –” I started.
He cut me off. “Tonight.”
“Lucien –”
His face dipped even closer, so close I didn’t suck in breath. I quit breathing altogether.
Then his lips touched mine, briefly, softly. Then he moved from the bed.
I got up on an elbow. This took it out of me, my head swam alarmingly and I fell back down.
Whoa.
What was that? What the hell was that?
Before I could process this, he was back, dressed completely except his suit jacket was bunched in his large hand.
He leaned in, put a fist in the bed on either side of me and got close. “You need to rest, pet. All day,” he ordered.
“But –”
“Rest.”
“But –”
“All day.”