"I could just kiss you into submission… bend you backward over the buffet table and have my way with you."
Lust surged through me. "I think that's the last thing you want to do."
His lips were suddenly grazing my ear. "Then you clearly don't know me very well."
"Whose fault is that?" My fingers clenched the champagne glass harder as I fought for control over my own body.
"Let's blame Alex." Ethan wrapped his muscled arm around my shoulders. "Now I'm sure in your studies you were told to respect immortals, that you were… nothing compared to us."
"Yes," I croaked.
"Good. So your first lesson is this… humans don't disrespect their mates, regardless of the circumstances. If I asked you to bend over and tie my shoe, I'd expect you to do it with a damn smile on your face."
"You're a jackass," I hissed, trying to pull away from him.
"I'm not actually asking you to tie my shoe, Genesis. I'm just telling you how it is. At a Gathering, there is a certain expectation. We talk, we show off our shiny treasures, and at the end of the night, we part ways, each of us comparing ourselves to one another. Every type of immortal is in attendance tonight. It would be good of you to stay by me, lest one of them trap you in a corner and try to take advantage."
"They'd do that? To you? Someone so old?"
His mouth pressed into a firm line. "I'm not that old."
"You are."
His arm tightened around my shoulder. "Great, then that makes you a child?"
"No, but—"
"They'd challenge me still, yes. And if Cassius approaches, try not to touch him, any part of him."
"What about breathing?" I tilted my head mockingly. "Am I allowed to do that?"
"Ethan!" Gushed a high pitched female voice from my right.
I turned and had the sudden urge to hide behind a potted plant, or maybe just Mason, wherever he'd gone. The woman was at least six feet tall, had long ebony hair, crystal green eyes, and a smile that seemed completely unreal.
"Where have you been?" She pushed me slightly out of the way, as if I didn't exist, and kissed him on both cheeks then pulled back.
"Busy," Ethan answered, tugging me yet again close to himself.
The woman's eyes squinted in my direction. "Oh…" She smirked. "Sorry. I didn't see you there."
Right.
Because I was ugly.
Nonexistent.
Worthless.
I tried to appear meek, but it seemed the longer I was in the immortal world the more anger issues I was developing. A week ago, I would have blushed and shrugged it off.
Now? I wanted to find a fork and stab her with it.
I clenched my fists together and offered a pathetic smile.
"She's the one then?" The woman kept talking. "I don't see it. I really don't. I heard Cassius is on a rampage."
"Cassius is always on a rampage." Ethan shrugged. "Delora, this is my mate, Genesis."