“He should be used to it. Just let him know I’m here, and we can get this over with. Maybe then we can both have some peace and quiet.”
She cocks her head, but I don’t explain what’s going on. It’s not something I want to admit. I feel slightly weak that he’s broken through some invisible barrier and can speak to me telepathically.
“I’m here, asshole,”I say in my mind.
The door opens, and a man I don’t recognize calls my name. I follow him back, going through the same rigmarole I usually do, and when I’m finally in the room, wearing the gown, the door closed, I find the headache has let up slightly.
Manipulative creep.
I fold my arms across my chest as I wait for him to appear. I’m not sitting in that chair until he apologizes.
And begs.
I really want him to feel bad about what he did to me this morning.
The door swings open, and the Vyastil appears, his gaze flicking from me to the chair. He’s wearing that thin fabric again. I can see through it, at the piercings he wears.
I avert my gaze to his face and purse my lips, widening my stance.
“You’re late,” he says, and I feel my nostrils flare.
“You’re lucky I’m here at all.”
He tilts his head slightly, and I see his tail wrap around his leg securely.
“Take off the cloak and sit in the chair, human.”
“No.”
His ears flutter, and his skin ripples slightly. “No?”
“Yeah, no. I’m not sitting. You’re not getting anything from me until you apologize for giving me a fucking headache all morning and then maybe, if you beg, you can get on your knees forme.”
He glances at the chair and then flicks his gaze to mine. “I would be on my knees either way.”
“That’s…that’s irrelevant. Just fucking apologize or no dick. No cum.”
He straightens his stance slightly. “You are just as weak as your dick.”
“My dick is not weak.”
He huffs and then glances at me for a long minute. Then his head dips slightly.
“I apologize.”
I’m surprised he caved so easily. My cum must taste really good for some monster commander to give in like that. “Fine, but I’m serious. No more of that shit, okay? No more getting in my head.”
He stiffens. “I cannot promise that. It’s not…something I wanted, but it’s also something I can’t help.”
My heart jumps in my chest. What can that possibly mean? “Was it the herb?”
He stares at me for a long moment, then he turns his gaze away.
I glower and feel my fingers dig into my arms. “Fine. You don’t want to give me answers? Then, I’m leaving. I refuse tolive with you in my head all damn day. My mind is a sacred, peaceful place.”
“Is it? I found it quite unpleasant,” he tells me, his voice flippant.
I huff in annoyance. “Whatever, dude. I’m out.” I attempt to approach the door, but before I can take a single step, he has me by the front of the robe.
