I need her.
Iwanther.
But I don’t dare take more of her blood.
Not when she’s already so drained.
“Human,” I whisper again in her ear, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her magic.
Now that I’ve sucked out the poison, she smells good again, the revolting taste of that bastard finally off her skin.
I should have killed him when I had the chance the last time we met.
At least now he won’t bother her again.
“Human,” I say, leaning over her on the bed. Listening to her breathing. “You’re mine. So don’t you dare do anything like that again.”
She stirs in response, mumbling in her sleep, and I can’t help but crack a half-smile.
“You wild, crazy sorceress,” I whisper, tilting her jaw with two fingers.
And gently, I press a kiss against her lips.
51
The Hot Guy Makes a Promise
You
You wake to the feeling of a gentle kiss.
Is this a dream?
A dream that Ziros is back, pinning you down on the bed as his kiss deepens, tongue working perfectly against yours.
What a nice dream.
Wait.
You bolt upright in bed as the dream fades away, remembering everything that happened—just in time to see Ziros sliding open your window and stepping one boot up onto the sill.
“Hey!” you yell, leaping out of bed. “Oh, no you don’t! You just got here. I’m not letting you escape again!”
Before your half-asleep brain can process what’s happening, you tackle him, dragging him backward. He lands on top of you with a heavy grunt.
“Human,” he mutters, sliding easily out of your grasp as he flips over, straddling you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Stopping you from leaving,” you reply, the answer even more obvious as you come back to your senses. “Clearly.”
“I can see that,” he says with a laugh, shaking his head as he scrubs one hand over his face. “You really are a wild, crazy human, you know that?”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Now don’t you dare think about escaping again.”
“Ha!Fine,if you insist,” he says more dramatically than is probably necessary, and you can’t help but notice how much he sways as he stands, leaning against the window as he shuts it.
“Hang on.” You fold your arms, watching him. “Are you drunk?”
“I’m not drunk, human,” he says, but he pinches the bridge of his nose, grumbling. “Notdrunk. It’s that damn bastard’s poison.”
