“Messing with you.”
I never wanted to mess with something more than this body. “As a Psychology expert, I can confirm that your urge to continuouslymesswith me means only one thing.”
“That I fucking like you?”
I cocked a brow as my gaze lifted off his sculpted chest and took a dive in the sparkling silver. “Yes.”
“I fucking know.”
My lips twisted with a quivering smile. My first thought was to say I liked him, too. I did. He irritated the hell out of me, but I liked him. But I wasn’t going to say anything. I was winning here.
“I fucking hate you for it.” He had to open his ugly mouth and say bad shit to ruin the moment.
His mouth isn’t ugly.
SHUT UP, OVARIES!
“There are so many things I added to my hate list since I met you. I hate that my men like you. It makes me wanna burst their eyes so they wouldn’t see you, rip their throats out so they wouldn’t breathe on you.”
“That’s an awful—”
“Hush! When I speak, you listen.”
My eyes burned, and my chest heaved. Why wasn’t I yelling at him? Why wasn’t I leaving this conversation to teach him how to respect the woman he was talking to? Why was I waiting for what he had to say?
“I hate that I can’t touch you as much as I want. I hate that I can’t get a hard-on unless you’re in the fucking room or in my head.” His voice dropped low. “I hate that if it wasn’t for the fear you’d hate me forever, I’d listen to the devil telling me to get rid of my best friend so I can have you.”
My eyes widened in terror. “Slasher, are you out of your mind?”
He stared at me with equal fear. “I don’t know what’s happening. I care about Dasher so fucking much. I don’t know how I said that.”
“Where-where is he?” I stuttered.
He gave me a look as if he was hurt that I was scared of him now. “I’ll send him for you.” He started away, but then he scampered toward me, his veins bulging in his neck. “That was not me.”
I took a step back. “Okay,” I said the same way I’d speak to an agitated psych patient. “Who was it?”
“I’m not a crazy psycho, Vixen. Someone made me say what I said to scare you away from me. I can’t tell you now who it was. I promise you, though, you’ll know soon enough.”
CHAPTER 28
SLASHER
“What fucking game are you playing, Damien?” I spat as I went down the cellar. Dasher and Inferno had been with Venom’s bitch for hours and didn’t get anything. Time for me to get in there.
Old blood smudged the bitch’s now gray face, hair and clothes. Fresh blood covered my men’s hands and splattered on the concrete. Inferno had his black demon clawed nails out, a faint trail of smoke flying slowly off his palm. Dasher held his cross blade, more blood dripping off it.
Go to your sister.I spoke through the sire bond direct line we had in our heads. The same way I’d told him to stop torturing the bitch until Vixen believed she heard nothing but old pipes and not this useless bitch’s screams.
Vampires were bound to their makers once they’d been bitten. If the maker sealed the bond by feeding the turnee their blood, nothing would ever break it. I made Dasher, and I fed him. Our bond was forever. We spoke into each other’s heads. We tracked each other wherever we went. Our instincts flared if either of us was in danger.
I would never hurt him.
He shook his head.She doesn’t wanna talk to me.
She does now. Go.
Dasher’s eyes lit. He gave me the blade and exited. I turned to Inferno. “Why wouldn’t she speak?”
