The pain didn’t go away, but she was baffled to feel it dull, just a little, as her gaze traced the red marks her nails left on his skin.
“My mouth still hurts,” she complained, not wanting to admit he was right.
Felix stroked her sweaty hair away from her face. She almost hated how soothing it was, and when he nuzzled her temple… Dahlia tried not to think of anything at all.
“I know.” He almost sounded genuinely upset by that. Felix slid his arms under her knees and around her back. Lifting her up and standing in one impressively athletic motion, he soothed, “We’re going to get you some synth. It should ease the pressure for a little while. You can drink it in the bath.”
Sniffling, she wrapped her arms around his neck and asked, “Is there lots of hot water?”
He gave her an odd look, but he still answered, “As much as you’d like, pet.”
Boogeyman
Your apartment building is shit
you know I love reminders that you’re watching me. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside
also screw you??? You try finding a nicer apartment on my salary in this city
I meant the security. It’s basically wide open
Tell me you have your own locks on your door
why? You worried about me, boogeyman?
I take care of my things, pretty girl
I’ve found you a better place. You’ll love it and I’ll be happy because it’s got actual security. You get to keep every penny of that shitty salary because I’ll be paying rent. I’ll have movers swing by tomorrow
lol
I’m not joking
I didn’t think you were
no thanks on the upgrade
Why in fuck
I’m not interested in being your kept pet, Felix
Too late for that
THIRTEEN
Felix staredat the curled up figure of his bride in his bed with deep satisfaction.
He could’ve put her in the bedroom connected to his. It’d been designed for her, technically, with all the womanly shit his future bride would need ready and waiting.
He’d never intended on keeping his bride close. It was always supposed to be an arrangement of mutual benefit, not one of affection. She’d have her life and he’d have his. They’d meet in the middle for feeding and breeding, but that’d be all. Even that would wither after an heir was born.
It was all he could stomach.
Maybe in another life there might’ve been a chance for him to warm up to his faceless blood bride, but that chance was shot in the face when he met Dahlia McKnight.
He fully intended on doing what he had to. Felix couldn’t afford the luxury of indulging in his feelings, and he’d worked too fucking hard to sacrifice his place as head of the family for anything. Even her.
So he’d planned everything out with meticulous attention to detail, as was his way, to keep the faceless woman as far from him as possible.
