Historical studies have been my backbone since I got the thirst for knowledge. While my brother is brawn and brash, I’m calm and collected. I’m suited for critical thinking. Greatness stems from studying history to avoid the mistakes of the past as well as to carve a path for future generations. Yes, my access to eternity plants me squarelyinthe future, of course.
Even more reason to be the one laying down those foundations.
At the very least touching her will be satisfying.
Unless...
My face twists with anger as I clench her sides. She cries out.
Good. The spell is broken enough for her to feel the pain. My claws inch their way into her skin, drawing a sustained groan.
“What kind of game are you playing at?” I hissed.
She pants heavily while gripping my arms. Her fingers can barely make a mark on me. It’s almost laughable that she’s even trying.
Her voice is barely above a whisper. “What?”
“You’re just doing the same as your sister.”
“Are you…?” She shakes her head. A sliver of lucidity returns as she raises her hands. “You can’t be serious.”
I growl. “Yet there’s no deceit in your blood. So,whatare you doing?”
“What am I doing?” The innocence is hard to miss.
Then again, her sister was such a skilled actress.
Who says they aren’t one and the same? “If I find out you’re lying…”
“You said you couldn’t taste deceit in my blood.” Her voice is harder now, minus a few strands of lust.
She’s coming back to the land of the living. Sort of.
She huffs indignantly. “If you can’t taste it, then I pass the test. Don’t I?”
“I’m not so sure.”
“Well, maybe you should try again, asshole.”
I hiss. “You don’t give the orders around here.”
“I suppose you don’t either, seeing as you’re not the king.”
I grab her throat. “I don’t have to be the king to give orders. I’m his second-in-command. You’re my bloodbag—which means I’m in charge ofyou.”
“Yet you’re the one who let me get lost down here.” She scoffs, a partial laugh splitting the sound. “What a talented second-in-command.”
I squeeze her throat. Her eyes bulge as her mouth widens, revealing a sound not even close to pain. It’s a disappointing sound. It’s a maddening realization.
It makes my cock harder than a metal pole.
I shake her. “You’re pushing your luck, harlot.”
“Like I ever truly had any as a bloodbag?” She swallows hard, her delicate throat bobbing under my palm, a little blood drooling from the punctures. God, I want to sink my teeth into her again.
Not to taste her pure blood, but to show her who’s in charge.This bitch needs to understand her place.
I growl. “Your station is not my problem.”