Page 110 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

“And you’ve done this before?” There’s an edge to his voice that wasn’t there before. Gone is the almost stuttering, shy male, now replaced with a dark and foreboding one.

Oh, I see. He realized that letting me see his fear will not aid him in this case, so he’s now trying to intimidate me. He probably thinks that as a male he has an advantage over me because he’s bigger and stronger.

Well, I’m faster.AndI have thousands of years of experience under my belt.

“Of course. I’ve done it many times before.”

His eyes flash at me. He probably did not expect me to be so experienced. I may look small and innocent, but I will show him that appearances deceive.

“How many times?”

“Do you think I counted?” I roll my eyes at him.

“How many men?” He takes a step toward me, intruding into my personal space.

“Seriously, Vitry. I don’t know. I lost count. I’ve had thousands of years of practice, all right?”

He stares at me. For moments on end, he stares at me.

“Are you going to back out now? If you’re too scared, you just have to say so and?—”

“We’ll do it,” he declares through clenched teeth. “Come,” he says and grabs my wrist, dragging me in the direction of his tent.

Realizing his intention, I stop him.

“No, no, no. Your tent won’t work.”

He frowns at me.

“It’s too small. I need somewhere bigger.”

“Somewhere bigger?” he repeats, his voice holding a trace of danger.

I nod.

“Otherwise, we’ll ruin your stuff. Then you won’t have a bed to sleep in or a desk to work at.”

“A bed… A desk…” He echoes.

“I’m looking out for you,” I assure him. “I know myself and my skills. It will get rowdy.”

“Rowdy…” He swallows. His hand is balled into a fist, his veins protruding through his flesh almost as if they’re about to pop open. Oh, he’s scared, isn’t he?

“Let’s go to that abandoned barn. No one will bother us there. And I don’t want anyone to see us either. It won’t be good for my reputation.”

He doesn’t speak anymore. He lets me lead him to the barn, all the while staring into empty space. It’s almost as if he’s checked out of the situation, and as we get closer to the barn, I start having second thoughts.

He seems truly terrified.

Did he only agree to do it so he wouldn’t lose face? Is it about some manly pride?

Based on his body language, he looks as though he’s heading to his execution.

“I won’t kill you.” I feel the need to assure him. “I cannot kill humans.”

His lip twitches.

“So you’ll just fuck me to an inch of my life, is that it?” He lets out a dry laugh.

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