Pictures of Mia with some old flame shook as he leaned into the wall.
He reached up and straightened the photo before plucking it off the wall. I smiled.
“A game?” I leaned against the dresser, glancing at the photo in his hand. If he could
pretend to be relaxed, so could I. Why did stalkers always seem at ease, when they
were the main reason for the disturbance? “What kind of game are you suggesting?”
He looked pointedly at me before rolling his eyes. “A battle of wits.” Sarcasm and
annoyance laced his voice.
“I was told that you’re pretty nasty in battle.” He clapped his hands, rubbed them
together, and then pulled them to his lips. “You were the one that left that nasty
little scar on the Council hunter’s face, and you also took down the last death bringer.”
He smiled.
I couldn’t tell if he was amazed at what I had done or jealous that he hadn’t done
it himself. “And you want me to teach you to fight?”
His smirk morphed into a snarl of anger and then into a full-bellied laugh. I smiled.
He shook his finger at me as he laughed. “A comedian as well, eh?”
“If it pays the bills.”
He laughed again. “Wow. Standup comedians are making good money in this economy? I
guess maybe I should take the sweet li’l princess with me on the road when I start
my tour?”
I released an aggrieved breath. “You called me here to discuss a career move?”
Xavier suddenly moved closer; I straightened.
“ No-o ,” he cooed, drawing the word out. “Why don’t we see who is the strongest?”
“Strongest?” I laughed. “What? Would you like to clear the table in the corner and
arm wrestle?”
“Funny.” He lifted the picture of Mia to his mouth and kissed it. “If I win, I get
her.”
“Never going to happen.”
“Yes, well I’m sure you think so, but for the sake of the game, let’s—”
“This is not a game; this is the life of an innocent girl you are talking about.”
Xavier laughed as he flung the picture of Mia onto the bed. “She is food, and that
is it. I don’t understand why you feel the need to treat her any differently.” Xavier
looked at the picture on the bed and then back to me. “You can fight for her, or step
out of the way and let me have her.”
His smiled baited me, and his laugh grated my nerves. I didn’t love Mia, and at times
she drove me insane, but I would not allow Xavier to harm her.
“What are you suggesting?”
“I’ve been lonely.” He ran his hand across the white nightstand at the head of the
bed. I raised a brow at his peculiar statement. “I was thinking of that sweet-smelling
blonde and how long it’s been.”
He looked up at me with soulless moss green eyes. “You know, since I’ve held a woman.”
He cackled as his meaning dawned on me.
My shock and disgust no doubt fueled his fire. I moved from the door, standing no
more than an inch in front of him.
“Yes, please tell me that you have a problem with this.” His hot breath assaulted
my senses. He had just fed, and I could smell the human’s blood on his breath. The
blood still smelled fresh, and I could only imagine the satisfaction its warmth would
give.
My throat tightened and burned with jealousy. My gaze had lingered on his lips longer
than I’d intended, and Xavier used this to his advantage. Air swooshed as his fist
arced towards my face.
I barely dodged the blow—the rough knuckles of his left fist grazed my jaw and ear.
I blocked the punch with my arm, leaving my mid-section open for Xavier’s right-hand
punch to knock me off balance. He was strong, stronger than I’d given him credit for,
and as I regained my balance, I realized that he was fast as well. His right knee
caught me in the stomach, sending me back and onto the floor.
“Things just got interesting.” Xavier advanced toward me.
I quickly rolled over and made it to my feet again. “How is that?” I quickly dodged
another
He reached up and straightened the photo before plucking it off the wall. I smiled.
“A game?” I leaned against the dresser, glancing at the photo in his hand. If he could
pretend to be relaxed, so could I. Why did stalkers always seem at ease, when they
were the main reason for the disturbance? “What kind of game are you suggesting?”
He looked pointedly at me before rolling his eyes. “A battle of wits.” Sarcasm and
annoyance laced his voice.
“I was told that you’re pretty nasty in battle.” He clapped his hands, rubbed them
together, and then pulled them to his lips. “You were the one that left that nasty
little scar on the Council hunter’s face, and you also took down the last death bringer.”
He smiled.
I couldn’t tell if he was amazed at what I had done or jealous that he hadn’t done
it himself. “And you want me to teach you to fight?”
His smirk morphed into a snarl of anger and then into a full-bellied laugh. I smiled.
He shook his finger at me as he laughed. “A comedian as well, eh?”
“If it pays the bills.”
He laughed again. “Wow. Standup comedians are making good money in this economy? I
guess maybe I should take the sweet li’l princess with me on the road when I start
my tour?”
I released an aggrieved breath. “You called me here to discuss a career move?”
Xavier suddenly moved closer; I straightened.
“ No-o ,” he cooed, drawing the word out. “Why don’t we see who is the strongest?”
“Strongest?” I laughed. “What? Would you like to clear the table in the corner and
arm wrestle?”
“Funny.” He lifted the picture of Mia to his mouth and kissed it. “If I win, I get
her.”
“Never going to happen.”
“Yes, well I’m sure you think so, but for the sake of the game, let’s—”
“This is not a game; this is the life of an innocent girl you are talking about.”
Xavier laughed as he flung the picture of Mia onto the bed. “She is food, and that
is it. I don’t understand why you feel the need to treat her any differently.” Xavier
looked at the picture on the bed and then back to me. “You can fight for her, or step
out of the way and let me have her.”
His smiled baited me, and his laugh grated my nerves. I didn’t love Mia, and at times
she drove me insane, but I would not allow Xavier to harm her.
“What are you suggesting?”
“I’ve been lonely.” He ran his hand across the white nightstand at the head of the
bed. I raised a brow at his peculiar statement. “I was thinking of that sweet-smelling
blonde and how long it’s been.”
He looked up at me with soulless moss green eyes. “You know, since I’ve held a woman.”
He cackled as his meaning dawned on me.
My shock and disgust no doubt fueled his fire. I moved from the door, standing no
more than an inch in front of him.
“Yes, please tell me that you have a problem with this.” His hot breath assaulted
my senses. He had just fed, and I could smell the human’s blood on his breath. The
blood still smelled fresh, and I could only imagine the satisfaction its warmth would
give.
My throat tightened and burned with jealousy. My gaze had lingered on his lips longer
than I’d intended, and Xavier used this to his advantage. Air swooshed as his fist
arced towards my face.
I barely dodged the blow—the rough knuckles of his left fist grazed my jaw and ear.
I blocked the punch with my arm, leaving my mid-section open for Xavier’s right-hand
punch to knock me off balance. He was strong, stronger than I’d given him credit for,
and as I regained my balance, I realized that he was fast as well. His right knee
caught me in the stomach, sending me back and onto the floor.
“Things just got interesting.” Xavier advanced toward me.
I quickly rolled over and made it to my feet again. “How is that?” I quickly dodged
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