Page 101 of Your Coffin or Mine
He shakes it off. “We do, but I also don’t care about the hotel. I never have.”
My face drops. “What? Really? But I thought this was all your idea.”
He shrugs as he holds my waist and brings me closer, and I can feel his fingertips dancing just above my ass. His nosescrunches when his eyes drop to my breasts squished against his chest, and something grows against my belly.
A tick runs through his jaw. “Come. It’s time we talked. Unless you need more content?” he asks, yet his eyes are full of heat and promise. Clearly he no longer wants to just talk.
I look around at the dancers finally enjoying themselves and loop my arms around the back of his neck. “I think I want to do whatever you want to do.”
He throws his head back, laughing, and at the intoxicating sound, it’s like I’m struck dumb.
“My darling, I’m afraid that would ruin your party.” He leans down to whisper in my ear, “Because if I were doing whatever I wanted, your feet would be pointing at the stars and I would be inside you, making you scream my name.”
I gape openly, a fluttery feeling erupting in my belly.
I most definitely want that.
I let him take my hand and weave us gently through the crowd, unlike a scampering George.
He pulls me toward a set of large double doors and pauses just inside them.
“Last chance to stay here before I steal you away for the night,” he says with a grin. “I still can’t understand what it is you love so much about the internet, as all it seems to cause is drama and discourse.”
I giggle as I look back one last time. “How long have you been on the internet?”
He smiles and those dimples make an appearance, causing my flutters to morph into butterflies. “How long have you been here?” His brown eyes sparkle.
I can’t hide my disbelief. “You’re joking.”
“No,” he says, snagging my white cloak from the chair’s backrest as he finally leads me out of the room. “I have hardly been awake, it seems, for quite some time. Untilyou.”
Until me? Why does that make my heart flip-flop?
Vlad
“I have been so blind—allthe mirrors,” she says, noticing my lack of reflection.
She shakes her head, her flaxen hair glittering once more over the white of her cloak. That dress is too much of a distraction and I need to keep my wits about me for our conversation. I know she has questions, and I want to answer them without wanting to pin her against every wall like she’s a masterpiece.
“I knew those were not from Etsy.”
I smile when her hand clutches at my elbow as we walk somewhere more private. Since I mentioned being alone, her heart rate hasn’t slowed, which could mean she’s terrified or excited. I am hoping for the latter, but will make no assumptions where she is concerned. I can be patient.
“Warm?” I ask, wanting her to be comfortable.
She gives me a sidelong glance and smirks. “I am, yeah, which is crazy considering how little material this dress has. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
I smile and bend down to whisper in her ear. “Allow me to show you the gallery. We will be able to speak freely there. Too many ears here.” I’m worried our voices will echo.
“Okay,” she whispers back softly. Her cloak swishes against mine as we move through the castle, and I find I feel... at peace. Her presence lends me the calm and tranquility I need. I would do anything for this creature; she has bewitched me.
We reach the steps of the grand staircase, and she looks up. “You should really think about putting in an elevator.”
My eyes flash red for a moment as I check our surroundings to make sure no one is near enough to witness what I do next.
I can’t hide my smirk when I lift her inches above the ground with my power. She squeals in fright and turns to me with her arms swaying.
“Who needs an elevator?”
