He released her with a reluctant growl, and she collapsed down into her chair. She watched Augustine smile through the hair that had fallen over her face, his lips twisted.
“I can clearly see you enjoyed her,” Augustine snickered. “How did she taste?”
Eva followed Augustine’s gaze, her veins freezing at the sight of the tent in the front of Floyd’s jeans. Lust burned in his eyes when they met hers, despite the lack of emotion on his face, his sunglasses perched on the top of his head.
“Nothing like I’ve ever tasted before.”
Eva reached up to the wound, feeling the ridges left by his teeth.
“A Venus fucking Darkling,” Augustine said. “Lucas you’ve kept an interesting secret, it almost makes me want to forgive your blatant attempt of stealing.”
“I wasn’t...”
“Does she know what she is?” Augustine continued as if Lucas hadn’t interrupted.
Eva lifted her middle finger, answering for herself.
Stop it you fucking idiot!she scolded herself.You’re making it worse!
“It hurts to be starved, doesn’t it?” he said directly to her. “You feel weak, and then you have this intense ache as your own body tries to digest itself. It’s both painful and uncomfortable.”
“She needed to be punished,” Lucas explained. “She hasn’t quite grasped that I made her, which makes me her master. She has to do what I say, it’s the law.”
Augustine nodded, and a forearm was pressed against her mouth. Her fangs struck, and before she could cause damage she moaned as blood poured, the pain in her throat decreasing with every swallow. The blood tasted of earth, timber and fur, Floyd rigid behind her, his warm body pressing closer.
Eva released her fangs, twisting in his grip with an added strength. “Get the fuck off me!” she snarled, her voice hoarse as she shoved him back. She was able to break his hold before she was forced over the desk, the edge pressed against her stomach and her arms pinned to her back.
“Such spirit in someone so small,” Augustine said, reaching forward to brush the hair away from her face with the tip of the stake. “I’ll take her.”
The pressure released, only for her to be pulled back to her chair.
“I’m not some...” A slap across her cheek, hard enough her head snapped to the side.
Lucas shuffled forward, knee still jumping. “Only for the night. She’s my fledgling.”
Augustine raised his brow. “Is she legal?”
Lucas hesitated.
“Then she’s not registered as yours. I will take her as a gift between us, but you still owe me the fifty.”
“What?! That’s bullshit!”
Augustine flexed his fingers. “I never planned to let you leave here alive, so go before I change my mind.”
“Lucas?” she whispered, unable to believe she was actually begging him.
I must have been a terrible person in my previous life, because it’s the only explanation to this shit show of my existence.
He looked towards her with eyes that had bled to black, his jaw set.
“What are you doing? Don’t you dare go!”
Lucas was possessive, surely he wouldn’t leave her?
He stood, and with one final baleful glare he moved towards the door, leaving her with two strangers while blood trickled down her skin.
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