“Leilah, you will do no such thing. She is my guest.” Killian sighs, annoyed by the female’s antics. “Take your feeding to your chamber, will you?” He throws her a last glance before turning to the other two humans.
“Thank you for your service tonight,” he says in a soft voice. “That will be all. You may leave.”
The women leave quietly, as Leilah exits the room as well, hatred burning in her gaze as she looks me up and down. The human man she was feeding from is following her, his gaze lowered.
“Where were you guys?” The words blurt out before I can think better of it.
“We had business to attend to elsewhere,” Killian says, sizing me up in that disconcerting way of his. His gaze travels from my eyes to my lips, down to my cleavage and up again, and my skin starts heating. I grit my teeth at the unexpected inconvenience. Why do I always feel this way in his presence? If I didn’t know better, I would say I’m wildly attracted to the male. But that’s impossible, no matter how insanely hot he might be. He’s the textbook definition of a villain, if there ever was one. Who cares if he looks utterly fuckable with those brooding eyes of his, and that rugged, pure male appearance?
Just because he definitely knows his way around a woman’s anatomy doesn’t mean my treacherous body should heat as if I’m ovulating.
“Business?” I ask. They look like they just came back from a fight, disheveled and a bit rumpled. I can spot at least a dozen sheathed daggers on each of them, and I’m pretty sure those are blood stains on Blaise’s leathers.
“Nothing of your concern, little umbra,” Killian says, and Blaise’s eyes widen just a fraction, glancing his way, before he regains his composure, covering it up with that easygoing smile of his.
“Unless you’ve changed your mind about not knowing your sister’s location. That we can discuss,” he continues in a stern voice.
“There is nothing to change my mind about. I don’t know her whereabouts.” I say, putting a bit too much force in my response.
Killian’s gaze narrows on me, and it’s clear he doesn’t believe me. As if I care!
“You must be an incredible liar, spewing such nonsense with a steady heartbeat,” he utters, taking a step in my direction. I stand my ground, tired of cowering in front of him.
“Well, if you can hear my heartbeat, then you should have your answer. I have no clue where she is, nor do I want to.” I grit my teeth in response. Gods, he grates on my last fucking nerves.
“And why is that, Aimee?” he asks as his heated glare burns a hole through my body. He looks like he’s two seconds away from hauling my ass up on his shoulder and dragging me to his lair for a proper spanking. My thighs should not be clenching at that thought, but alas, they are. Five days ago I was a crying mess under his weight on the bed, and now I’m almost dripping for him? I must be losing my damn mind, trapped in this fucking castle.
“Not of your concern, you vile bloodsucker!” I bite back. There goes any semblance of civility I had convinced myself of having the next time I saw him.
His shadows lash out towards me, but before they can reach their mark, Blaise jumps out in between us at blinding speed.
“Hey, hey, let’s not ruin an otherwise fun encounter,” the second-in-command throws at his King, his pointed look stopping the shadows’ advance.
“I’m quite convinced that if the pretty princess remembers anything, she will let us know. Won’t you, darling?” Blaise says, throwing a glance my way.
“Yeah, right,” I mutter under my breath. “I’m sure you will find her eventually, with or without my help.”
“Eventually…” Killian repeats agitatedly. “We don’t have such time.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. What is it they are not telling me?
“Nothing. Nothing.” Blaise intervenes again, grabbing my upper arm and dragging me towards the door.
“Let me take you to your room, kitty cat. We’ve all had some long couple of days, and it’s better to continue this conversation when we’re feeling more cordial, mmm?” he throws over his shoulder at the brooding Vampire King before ushering me into the hallway.
We walk in silence for a few heartbeats as we ascend the stairs towards the upper floors, before he glances my way, smirking.
“Heard you guzzled down three bottles of the strongest faerie wine in the cellar, all by yourself, the other night. Who knew kitty liked to party hard? Next time, invite me over, will you?”
“Misery doesn’t need company, Blaise,” I say. “I wasn’t in a good headspace when I consumed all that bloody wine, and I paid for it the next day.”
“Hmmm, maybe drinking was not the right distraction, then. What you need is a mind-blowing tryst.” His eyebrows wiggle flirtatiously. “Nothing beats a good old roll in the sack. It does wonders for the soul.”
I burst out laughing wholeheartedly.
“Oh dear Gods, you sound just like Sariah. I think she said the same thing to me once.”
“And who might this intriguing creature be?” He cocks his head my way, curiosity shining in his eyes.
