Page 70 of Bite The Terror That Feeds

“Should I untie you?” He pulled out a sharp dagger and held it over his knee.

This guy was such an idiot. “Yes.”

“So you’re going to play nice?”

“Yes.”

He smiled then sliced the knife through the various bindings, releasing my ankles first and then my hands.

My limbs finally relaxed, but that feeling was accompanied by a stiffness that lasted for several long seconds. Everything ached from being in that position for just an hour. I backed away from the vampire and scooted to the opposite wall.

He remained crouched, the dagger still in his hand. “Would you like something to eat?”

“No.”

“Is there anything—”

“No.” I looked away, staring at the other wall, pretending he didn’t exist. “Just get on with it.”

“I’ve never met anyone more excited for their own demise.”

“Well, you’ve never met someone like me.”

“You really think you’re that resilient—”

“I’m a failure. A disappointment. I deserve whatever is coming to me.”

He turned quiet, studying me from where he remained crouched. “I think you’re being a little hard on yourself—”

“Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Pretend you care.”

“Who says I’m pretending?”

I looked at the wall again.

“I’ve been waiting for you to try to kill me, but now I realize I’m not your target anymore.”

I still had a dagger inside my sleeve—and he must have figured that out.

“What was your mission?”

Like I’d say a damn word.

“Was it to kidnap Larisa?”

I focused on a single stone and ignored everything else.

“Baby, I really don’t want my general to come in here—”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” I turned back to him, my stare hostile.

He spun the dagger around his fingers. “This is what’s going to happen. If you don’t give me the answers I want, General Viper will come in here and do terrible things to you—”

“Can’t be more terrible than your company.”

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