Page 114 of The Blairville Legacies

“That’s what happens when you don’t use your powers often enough.”

Miles patted me on the shoulder, laughing.

I looked at him in annoyance, even though he was right.

“Unlikeyou, I don’t use them to bang random girls and plant false images of me in their minds,” I countered unenthusiastically.

“You just erase their memory afterward. How boring...” Miles waved off, and I raised my brows.

“When was the last time you drank from them?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

Miles’s expression darkened. I had hit his sore spot. Point for me.

“Hey, focus now,” David murmured. “These topics have no place at Vanderwood.”

“Don’t get jealous. After all, you can pretend to be a witch if you ever get in trouble.”

David raised both brows in response to Miles’ words. Normally, he always reacted pissed off in regards to such teasing. Even though he was very much in control of hisemotions. The way it should be and not the way it was withMiles.

We’d probably teased David too much about the telekinesis thing, so that perhaps he no longer cared.

“At least I don’t treat women the shameless way you do.”

That had more than sunk in. And as expected, Miles jumped at David’s argument.

“Not everyone knows how to live life to the fullest.”

At that, he looked at me as if he were making some kind of reference. I knew what he was getting at.

“Don’t confuse recklessness and unbridled sexual drives withfun,” David returned. “Bastien taught you – and by that, I meanboth of you– that you don’t play with your prey or take advantage of your superiority over it.”

This time, he looked at me.

“Bastien wouldn’t be Bastien if he could take a joke,” Miles laughed.

There was mockery in his amusement. I don’t know if it was directed at Bastien, the rules, or the whole Ruisangor ruling system, but one thing was clear. He handled it differently thanwedid.

“Can we please stop wasting our time on this subject?” Miles finally murmured.

“It’s in our nature, though,” I replied dryly. He couldn’t run away from it forever.

“Maybe it is, but we’re not like the wolves or the...” Miles stopped mid-sentence. I knew exactly what he had been trying to say.

“What are you trying to say?”

I took a step toward him, and his expression darkened.

“Adrian, Miles...” David began impatiently, but I had really gotten into it for the first time in a while. I took another step.

“Are you saying I’mone of them? One of those out-of-control monsters?”

They were like us. Genetically speaking. Other than that, we had nothing in common. If we killed people like they did, we would automatically be one of them. But mere drinking was harmless. When was he going to accept that?

If he knew the whole truth, he would never speak a word to me again.

“Yes, damn it, I’m saying you’re acting like someone from the Tenebris Order!”

His eyes turned a threatening red and I would have loved to do like that rude mutt in the bar, but I reminded myself to be reasonable.Weruled our emotions, notthemus.

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