Vampire Debt - Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #2) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,110
just shower?” I asked, inhaling again.
His face was shadowed. “No. Your senses changed with the fourth exchange.”
Wait. “Is the thrall over?”
“It is.”
What the fuck? I had no memory of it. I searched my mind. None. “I blacked out? What happened? Was the sex that good?”
He shifted. “You were unconscious for the first day of our thrall.”
Really? “Was it the sex then?” For all I knew, it could be.
Kyros’s lips crooked. “Safina wondered if your state was due to the huge changes your body was undergoing. Regardless, my siblings thought it best to keep us separated again once you woke.” He paused. “You don’t remember the rest?”
“Nothing.” That freaked me out. Big time. What did I divulge?
I inhaled again, and this time screwed my face. “Yuck. What’s that smell—”
Half turning, I stared at the wall behind me.
No.
No!
Kyros’s amusement speared me, and I clambered off the bed. My head spun and I wobbled before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“The changes to your ears will take the most to get used to,” the vampire murmured. “That’s where your balance system is contained.”
The dizziness died away, and I stood carefully, inching to view what could only be my artwork.
I’d painted the wall behind his bed fucking purple.
Not a soft hue that might have suited the grey and white tones of the room—a garish, primary-school purple. I hadn’t stopped there. Two stick figures were holding hands in the middle. There were little stick figures around them. And what could be a dog or cat.
There was a house in the background.
A sun.
Grass.
Flowers.
My cheeks burned. “I’ll fix it. I’m so sorry. Your sisters should have stopped me.”
Kyros approached me from behind. “No one tells a woman in thrall what to do. As long as she’s safe, she is allowed whatever her heart desires.”
“My heart currently desires that they’d stopped me.”
“They did stop you from cutting your hair.”
My jaw dropped as I spun to face him. I kept going sideways, the floor slanted.
Kyros gripped my arms, steadying me.
I didn’t wait for the dizziness to fade. “No way. Why was I doing that?”
“You’d just announced you were vegan.”
What— “You’re kidding.”
But he wasn’t.
Groaning, I let my head drop into my hands. Maybe I’d curl into a ball and die. “I can’t remember anything.”
Kyros forced my hands down. “You did my sister’s hair and make-up. Tried your best to start a charity. Safina was able to stop you from depositing over a billion dollars in the venture. She hid your phone after that. Which was a shame because I was enjoying the naked pictures.”
Heat flooded my face. I placed a hand on his chest. “Enough. No more.”
A lump rose up through my throat as I glanced down and saw I was dressed in one of his suits. The air-force blue one that Deirdre chucked out. Clearly she had the incentive to find it during the last three days.
“You’re upset,” Kyros said, sounding mystified.
I ignored that statement. “I don’t suppose any of my clothes are here?”
“Your Vissimo brought some. You put them in my bottom drawer.” His eyes tracked my careful movements across the room.
Of course I fucking did.
I moved right on in and detailed my plans for a house, family, and miscellaneous animal in a painting on the fucking wall.
Yanking open the bottom drawer and ignoring Kyros’s rampant bafflement, I pulled out black leggings and a loose off-the-shoulder long tee.
I wobbled to the bathroom like Bambi on skates. My toiletries were in the shower.
I love you, Laurel.
Turning the water to scalding, I grimaced at the thundering pour of the water as it hit the graphite. Reaching in, I pushed down the handle until the streaming water was halved, and my ears could handle the volume.
Shit. I really, really hoped that I didn’t blab anything to his sisters. If they knew something about my grandmother’s work, they would have already told their eldest brother though. I couldn’t sense anything but confusion and lingering amusement from his emotions. Not a trace of the oily throbbing associated with concealment lurked within him.
Relaxing somewhat, I shucked Kyros’s suit, draping it over a towel rack before inching my way under the jets. I yelped at the boiling contact, leaping back.
The floor slanted again and I fell heavily on my ass.
“Ouch,” I wheezed as the door crashed open.
Pulling my knees into my chest, I held my sopping hair away as I glared up at him.
“Why are you glaring at me?” he asked. “I didn’t make you fall.”