The first step of a marriage process he wouldn’t tell me about.More information being held back.
I looked at him, anger bubbling through me. “I have not agreed to marry you, Stark. Nor will I if I hear one more false, sketchy, deceitful word from your lips. Now,” I inhaled slowly, drawing on my patience, “you said I could leave if I wanted to, so are you a man of your word or not?”
He looked away, groaning with frustration. “Yes. I am.”
“Great. Then I’ll go pack my things.”
“As you like. I will make the arrangements to travel home tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow?” I snapped.
“We are vampires, woman, not magical rocket ships. We cannot snap our fingers and travel thousands of miles. We are hours from the mainland and from any airport that can transport our steel containers nonstop to Tennessee. Arrangements for safetravel must be made.”
“You mean…you brought me here in a metal coffin?” The idea terrified me. It was beyond morbid.
“Container. Large enough for us both, though still very confined. Thus the sedative I gave you,” he added casually.
“Oh my god, Stark! You drugged me?” It explained the weird dreams in the dark rusty room.
“I thought it would make the journey more comfortable.”
Stark and his high-handed BS strikes again!He could’ve explained things to me back home. If he had, he’d know that I was against taking drugs of any kind unless prescribed by a doctor. I would’ve sucked up the discomfort like the strong woman I was.But nooo….he drugged me!
“I-I-I just can’t with you, Stark. You and your controlling bullcakes are just too much.” I turned toward my suite.
“You’re going the wrong way!” he called out.
“I’ll go whichever way I want!”
“Very well, but that way will take you to the slaves’ quarters, and I doubt you want to bump into Herman again.”
Dammit.He was right.
I turned to head in the correct direction, not bothering to look at Stark as I passed him.Drug me. Lie to me. Ship me off in a toaster oven!
I got to the door of my suite and opened it. There was Stark standing inside, holding twochampagne glasses. He must’ve run ahead of me and zipped right past.
“I don’t want to talk to you right now,” I growled.
“You do not have to speak. Simply listen. But first, you will have a drink.”
That was when I noticed he’d filled one glass with moonshine, and I was too hungry to resist.
I took the glass and downed the pink liquid in two greedy gulps.
“Very good,” he said. “Now, you will calm yourself and listen.”
I marched to the bed and sat, taking off my heels. “Nope.”
“What do you mean, nope?” He set the second glass on the white wicker nightstand.
“Nope. Not listening,” I clarified.
“How about now?”
Was he trying to be cute? “Still no,” I snapped.
Irritated, he grumbled, “Everyone’s waiting. I don’t have time for it to kick in.”
