Page 25 of Your Coffin or Mine
I sit the phone on the floor near the tub and strip out of my clothes, looking forward to a nice hot bath. I step in and screech—the water is ice cold.What is my life?!
Chapter 9
VLAD
“Doyle! Get in here.”
I pace across the well-worn carpet of my room, trying to keep my body under control. The need to devour her is vibrating just beneath my skin, setting me on edge. I will not be laid low by some trifle of a woman. I am lifetimes older than her and yet I can’t recall hungering for anyone more.Her body definitely doesn’t look like an infant.
Footsteps hurry down the hallway, Doyle’s words preceding him into my room. “What the hell did you say to piss off our guest?” His tone cuts like a whip, full of derision.
“Never mind that. Did you get what I asked for?”
My gaze meets his and the glare on his face has my hackles up. I turn away to stare into the fireplace. This area of the castle hasn’t been renovated at all, except for my bathroom, and normally the familiarity of my room would give me peace. Today, I want to tear the walls down and flee because I can’t get the smell of her out of my nose no matter where I go.
Doyle sighs loudly before tossing something to me. I catch it deftly in my hand and touch the screen. Peculiar little things.
“That’s your new phone. Perhaps now you’ll stop shouting across the castle to get my attention and send a simple text. The little earth symbol is the internet. I’m sure you can figure the rest out on your own.”
I put it in my pocket to toy with later. “Why would I ever write you a letter on this thing when you have super hearing? Seems like a waste of my time.”
“I don’t know, Vlad, common decency? And it’s not a letter. Good god, I do not have time for your bullshit. Here is her luggage.” The heavy pink suitcase lands on top of the table.
Doyle lifts a brow in question, but I ignore him, frowning as I begin to rifle through her belongings.
“Thanks for picking it up at the airport, Doyle,” he mimics, like a coddled infant. “Oh no problem, Vlad,” he says before rolling his eyes. “You can at least have the decorum to thank someone when they break so many laws for you, asshole.” He continues pouting with his arms over his chest.
“Why would I say thank you?”
All of her clothing seems to cover nothing. I hold up some strange black string. “What is this?”
“That is a bikini. Although I’m not sure why she would need one in Romania in the dead of winter.”
Strange.Why would she purposely pack something so... revealing?
“And this?” I hold up a pink device between my thumb and finger.
Doyle laughs and shakes his head. “I suggest you learn how to google quickly on your new mobile and search keywords such as women’s pleasure devices.”
What in the hell...? This minuscule thing is what women use for pleasure these days?
My lips flatten into a grimace. “Why is it so small?”
“Just spitballing ideas here, but I doubt Aubrey will be understanding of you hijacking her... things.”
My nostrils flare. “If you breathe one word to her about this, I’ll invent new ways to kill you.”
I push a button and it vibrates in my hand. I glance at Doyle, who’s grinning at my ignorance.
“Not one word.” I tell him. I push the button to turn it off, but it begins vibrating at an alarming rate. “My god.” I push the button again and a new vibration begins. It pulsates! “It’s so fast.”
I fumble to turn the damn thing off and set it on the table.
Doyle nods while cupping his chin. “I know. Isn’t it fascinating? I’ve been around for most of it instead of wallowing like some people. Most of us have adapted—Frank, for one.”
The light scent of berries wafts from her clothes as I slam the lid of the suitcase shut.I am pathetic.
Speaking of Frankenstein . . .
