Sadness is blue, isn't it? But he's black.
"X, why isn't your skin changing color with your moods? What's going on? You have to tell me if you want me to help."
The regent laughed, a laugh of desperation and hopelessness. "Help? I don't think that's possible."
Sylvie threw up her hands. "Then why drag me back here? For shit’s sake. Just be straight with me!"
X's head shot up, his eyes fierce. "I dragged you back because you belong to me. Because I can't stand being parted from you. Because, you. Are. Mine."
Sylvie was stunned.Where is this possessiveness coming from?
"No. You don't own me, no one does. You said one night. That night's over. So let me go! I’m nothing but a threat here and a disruption and… and…” Tears filled her eyes as she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had somehow hurt him by giving him access to her body.
X was out of his chair in a second, his hands digging into her shoulders as he leaned over the top of her menacingly. "You're not going anywhere. You will be by my side until I die. Which won't be too long at this rate."
Sylvie's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
He stared down at her, emotion flashing through his beautiful eyes at an alarming rate. Anger. Fear. Lust. Despair.
"I'm not going to ask you again. Tell me what the fuck is happening right now!"
"The mating frenzy," he told her, his voice losing power as he deflated. "You’re my mate, and because of it, I'm going to die."
