Page 263 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

“I told you I can do a lot of things,” I tell him.

“I can see,” he notes drily. “Half of this is dessert.”

“Well, you can have the meat, and I’ll have the cakes. But first, the appetizer.”

He raises a brow at me as I extend my arm and materialize my dagger, making a small incision over my wrist.

“You need to heal.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice as he pulls my wrist to his mouth and wraps his lips around my flesh. He sucks on the blood until the skin starts to mend, after which he slowly laps at the dwindling incision.

“More?”

He shakes his head. “You’re going to turn me into an addict, Minnie.”

“So? I don’t think I would mind it if you were addicted to me,” I add pensively. “You’d never stray.”

He blinks. “I’d never stray?” he repeats in shock.

“Yes. You’d be so thoroughly addicted to me you wouldn’t be able to function otherwise.” As the words are out of my mouth, I realize I would rather like that.

“Minnie, are you blind?”

“What?”

“Are you blind? It’s the only explanation as to why you would not see that not only would Ineverstray—truthfully, the implication that I would is offensive—but if you looked well enough at me you’d realize I am alreadythataddicted to you and I cannot function without you.”

I purse my lips. “You functioned well enough while I was away,” I counter. “You think I don’t know you were out carousing with your friends while I was gone?”

“W-what? Carousing with my friends?” he sputters.

“Yes. Don’t think I don’t know that.” I place my arms across my chest and glare at him. “You were supposed to be missing me, not having fun with other people.”

“And how would you know that?” He raises a brow.

“I spied on you, of course.”

“Of course,” he repeats drily. “As if that is normal.”

“It isverynormal. You are mine. Of course I have the right to spy on you at any moment. Since you are mine, your time is mine too, as is whatever you do in that time.”

“Is that so…?”

“Yes,” I state firmly. “You could have missed me more, by the way. I did not see any tears,” I accuse, remembering the way he’d smiled with those friends of his while I was suffering because I was away from him.

“You did not see any tears…”

“Why do you keep repeating my words?” I narrow my eyes at him. “Don’t think of changing the topic. I want to know how much you missed me.”

His lips tremble, and I wonder if he’s angry at me.

“What exactly did you see me doing while you were spying on me?”

“Well, for one you were spending time with a male and a female. And don’t think I did not see you hug that female and put your hands on her.” I point threateningly at him. “The only reason you’re still intact is because the other male was clearly her lover.”

“By intact you mean…”

“You know what I mean,” I add with a harsh stare.

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