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little human body.”
Logan thrashed against Kerestyan’s hold as Odin’s snide voice filled the room. “Oh, great…the Tin Can’s back. Maybe the stick figure over there has a scientifically advanced can opener up his ass that I can use to pry you out of that shit you call clothes!”
Odin’s loud laughter echoed all around her. “That was a good one, Bones. I think I might’ve just gained a little respect for you.” His fat head disappeared behind the refrigerator door.
She ground her teeth as Kerestyan crushed her against his hard body then pressed his soft lips to her ear. “Please. It’s not my wish to force you, but I think it would be best if you returned to your room for now.” Her earlobe tingled from the sting of his cool breath.
“Not your wish to force me?” She focused on her anger, anything to help lessen the impact his tangy scent had on her racing heart. “That’s all you’ve done since I met you.”
His body went rigid. “I’ve done my best to offer you as many choices as possible, which is a courtesy not many in this life are given.” His jaw flexed like cold stone against her cheek. “Don’t make me regret the decision.”
Kerestyan released Logan when she attempted to pull away again, and then watched as she disappeared down the hallway in a flash of black satin. The only sound that followed was the door to her room slamming shut, hard enough to rattle every painting in the hall.
This was not, in any form or fashion, how he’d hoped her conversation with Vouclade would end. He’d half expected she’d be irritated with his older brother by the end of the discussion, but he’d hoped her anger wouldn’t encompass him.
“She doesn’t need therapy.”
Kerestyan spun around and stared at Vouclade. “What?”
“She displays no signs of mental illness. She’s a competent, functioning adult who understands her own actions have brought her to this point, and she takes responsibility for them. I agree there is a past trauma, but it’s my opinion if you press her to reveal it, you’ll find she’s come to terms with her past and it doesn’t hinder her daily life.”
“And her obvious detachment?”
Vouclade gave a bored stare. “Is to be expected considering her lifestyle. To be blunt, she’s the product of too many years spent alone, and too much time experiencing the worst the world has to offer. Her heart may still beat, she may still need oxygen and food to fuel her body, but at her core she’s more vampiric than most of the Fledglings running around your city.” He moved to retake his seat, a vicious smile twisting his mouth. “Tell me, when you found her, how deep into her memories did you delve?”
“Not very far, I only skimmed the surface of her mind to ascertain how long she’d been exposed to our kind. Once I realized the length of time I withdrew, knowing the chances for reconstruction were minimal.”
“You’re more correct than you know,” Vouclade said, sounding slightly amused. “Having fully perused her memories during our exchange, I think it’s important you know that she’s had a number of encounters with your Fledglings. Some of whom completely ignored her when she interrupted them feeding.”
Fury roiled in Kerestyan’s gut, but he wasn’t sure what bothered him more. That Vouclade had so casually traipsed through Logan’s mind; or that the younger vampires of his city would be so ignorant to the presence of a human.
Unfortunately, because Vouclade was older, Kerestyan had no right to question his use of blood magic on Logan. However, he could pick his brother’s Ancient mind regarding the stupidity of Fledglings and hope it lead to more answers about her situation.
He inhaled a deep, unnecessary breath. “Why would they dismiss her if she interrupted their feeding? Why wouldn’t they report her or call for assistance if they couldn’t contain the situation? I have an Enforcement Team for that very reason.”
“I suspect
Logan thrashed against Kerestyan’s hold as Odin’s snide voice filled the room. “Oh, great…the Tin Can’s back. Maybe the stick figure over there has a scientifically advanced can opener up his ass that I can use to pry you out of that shit you call clothes!”
Odin’s loud laughter echoed all around her. “That was a good one, Bones. I think I might’ve just gained a little respect for you.” His fat head disappeared behind the refrigerator door.
She ground her teeth as Kerestyan crushed her against his hard body then pressed his soft lips to her ear. “Please. It’s not my wish to force you, but I think it would be best if you returned to your room for now.” Her earlobe tingled from the sting of his cool breath.
“Not your wish to force me?” She focused on her anger, anything to help lessen the impact his tangy scent had on her racing heart. “That’s all you’ve done since I met you.”
His body went rigid. “I’ve done my best to offer you as many choices as possible, which is a courtesy not many in this life are given.” His jaw flexed like cold stone against her cheek. “Don’t make me regret the decision.”
Kerestyan released Logan when she attempted to pull away again, and then watched as she disappeared down the hallway in a flash of black satin. The only sound that followed was the door to her room slamming shut, hard enough to rattle every painting in the hall.
This was not, in any form or fashion, how he’d hoped her conversation with Vouclade would end. He’d half expected she’d be irritated with his older brother by the end of the discussion, but he’d hoped her anger wouldn’t encompass him.
“She doesn’t need therapy.”
Kerestyan spun around and stared at Vouclade. “What?”
“She displays no signs of mental illness. She’s a competent, functioning adult who understands her own actions have brought her to this point, and she takes responsibility for them. I agree there is a past trauma, but it’s my opinion if you press her to reveal it, you’ll find she’s come to terms with her past and it doesn’t hinder her daily life.”
“And her obvious detachment?”
Vouclade gave a bored stare. “Is to be expected considering her lifestyle. To be blunt, she’s the product of too many years spent alone, and too much time experiencing the worst the world has to offer. Her heart may still beat, she may still need oxygen and food to fuel her body, but at her core she’s more vampiric than most of the Fledglings running around your city.” He moved to retake his seat, a vicious smile twisting his mouth. “Tell me, when you found her, how deep into her memories did you delve?”
“Not very far, I only skimmed the surface of her mind to ascertain how long she’d been exposed to our kind. Once I realized the length of time I withdrew, knowing the chances for reconstruction were minimal.”
“You’re more correct than you know,” Vouclade said, sounding slightly amused. “Having fully perused her memories during our exchange, I think it’s important you know that she’s had a number of encounters with your Fledglings. Some of whom completely ignored her when she interrupted them feeding.”
Fury roiled in Kerestyan’s gut, but he wasn’t sure what bothered him more. That Vouclade had so casually traipsed through Logan’s mind; or that the younger vampires of his city would be so ignorant to the presence of a human.
Unfortunately, because Vouclade was older, Kerestyan had no right to question his use of blood magic on Logan. However, he could pick his brother’s Ancient mind regarding the stupidity of Fledglings and hope it lead to more answers about her situation.
He inhaled a deep, unnecessary breath. “Why would they dismiss her if she interrupted their feeding? Why wouldn’t they report her or call for assistance if they couldn’t contain the situation? I have an Enforcement Team for that very reason.”
“I suspect
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