Get it together, Aspen.
“I’m fine. I don’t need you,” I snarled. I couldn’t discount the fact that my symptoms had gone and I was feeling better, but that only served to make me angrier.
He just glared at me; one second he was on the couch and the next he was in the kitchen, pouring a glass of orange juice.
Fast bastard.When the glass was full, he walked it over to me and extended his arm.
Rolling my eyes, I appeased him and took a big swig. “All better.”
He shook his head, zooming back over to the kitchen and pulling out a bag of frozen spinach and a fresh steak.
I pointed to the spinach. “Keep dreaming, bud. Mac and cheese and donuts are my jam.”
“I don’t want you getting anemia.” He threw the spinach and steak in a skillet like a male Martha Stewart.
Put a freaking shirt on!
“I’ll take iron pills.” I crossed my arms. “Besides, the book says I’ll make extra blood to feed you.”
After placing some garlic and other seasonings in the pan, he threw a lid on it and then turned to face me.
He stated the obvious: “You could kill me at any moment and move on with your life.”
“I’m not a murderer.”
He smirked. “Really? What are those notches on your blade, then?”
I looked down at my kill count carved into the wooden handle and rolled my eyes. “That’s different. These demons are rapists and murderers, they got what they deserved.”
Luka blew air through his teeth. “I forgot how uber religious you hunters are.” He pointed to my rose thigh tattoos. “House of Rose?”
I squirmed under his gaze. I didn’t like being calleduber religious, and I really didn’t like someone knowing what hunter house I was with. How did he know House of Rose was the religious house?
I tried to change the subject: “So, how often do you need to feed. Bare minimum?”
Was I seriously even entertaining the thought of working out a feeding schedule with this guy?
He chewed on his bottom lip and I forced myself not to think it was sexy. I needed to get out of here.Now. “Every forty-eight hours to sustain life. Twenty-four hours to keep up my strength, and twice a day to thrive.”
Thriving sounded a little excessive.
I stood, slinging my hunting bag over my shoulder. “Forty-eight might work for me. I’ll see you in two days.” I turned to leave.
“Wait! Your steak.”
I waved him off. “I’ll take vitamins!”
I’d just agreed to be Prince Luka Drake’s feeder. God help me.
Chapter Six
I spentthe next day in a flurry of packing and training and getting ready for the society gala. So much of a flurry that I’d totally not planned for one very important thing.
Luka would need to feed while I was gone…
Frick.
I’d gotten my blades sharpened and bought two killer dresses. We left for Portland in the morning for four days. Even if I fed him tonight, he’d die while I was gone.
