that tone with me. You’re talking as though you think I had something to do with this. I’m trying to help you, Luka.”
His mouth tightened. “You know my name. You are with them.”
Chloe rolled her eyes. “No, I’m not. Your clothes are in the wardrobe. I found a business card in your pocket with your name and I heard them call you Luka.”
He continued to stare at her. “Tell the truth.”
“It is the truth.”
“What’s your name?”
“Chloe.”
He gave a deep sigh.
She didn’t want to be cross with him.
“Is there anything I can do to stop you bleeding?” Despite her efforts, blood still trickled down his skin, thin red rivulets linking in a grotesque spider’s web. She rubbed the itch on her arm.
“If it’s not a game --” she began. He glared at her and Chloe winced. “Then what are you doing in here? Why are they torturing you?”
“You were watching.” He gave her an accusing stare.
Chloe shifted uncomfortably. “Well --”
“You enjoy watching the infliction of pain? You think the siltrane was fun for me?”
She stepped back as he snarled, even though he couldn’t reach her.
“No. What the hell’s a siltrane? Look, I’m trying to help you. If you want to get free, we need to work together.”
“How did you watch without them seeing?”
Chloe hesitated but if she managed to get him loose, the secret corridors would be his route to freedom.
“This building has passageways hidden in the walls. There happens to be an access point in my room and another in here.”
“And you know this, how?”
She heard the disbelief in his voice and bristled. “I used to live here.”
“What is this place?”
“Washburn Hall. It was my home and now it’s the Sunset Spa.”
He smiled. “What are you doing in a spa for vampires?”
Chloe groaned. He said this wasn’t a game, yet he was still pretending to be vampire like the others. Everyone in the place must be in on it. It made sense now: the treatments through the night, the receptionist aghast she’d turned up in daylight, horrified she wanted to go out in the sun. What a load of weirdos.
“Well?” he asked.
“I won four days here as a consolation prize,” Chloe said. “How about you?”
“I think I’m lined up as one of the treatments.”
Luka had half-changed his mind about Chloe. He saw neither guile nor treachery in those big green eyes, only innocence. She didn’t believe he was a vampire. She didn’t believe in vampires -- period. He winced as she rubbed cream on his cuts.
“They want you as a treatment? What sort of treatment?” She pursed her lips into a shape that made him think about shoving his dick between them. Christ .
“They want me to fuck them, act as a stud. I don’t want to.”
She blushed and he felt his cock twitch. Blushing was impossible to fake.
“Why do they want you to do that?” she blurted and then cringed. “Sorry. I mean I’m sure you’re great at it. I mean you’ve got the equip -- um…why do they need to force you?” She gulped.
“God, it’s rape.”
“It would be if they succeeded, but I don’t intend to let them. I won’t let them make me come.”
He wondered why he felt the need to make her understand that.
“Why you?” Chloe asked.
Luka bristled.
“Sorry again. Nothing wrong with you. You’re really…er…” She waved her arms as though she was trying to scoop a word out of mid air.
“Unless you accept I’m a vampire, you’re not going to believe what I tell you.”
“Pretend I do.”
Luka bit back a smile. “My ancestors are descendants of the original vampire family.”
Chloe grinned. “You mean like Lestat and Dracula?”
Luka curled his lip. “Neither of them existed. Both are figments of their creators’ imagination.”
Though he had to admit their creators danced close to the edge of the truth. “You look disappointed.” And amused .
“A bit. I always wanted to meet Lestat. Such a sexy guy.”
Luka felt a ripple of
His mouth tightened. “You know my name. You are with them.”
Chloe rolled her eyes. “No, I’m not. Your clothes are in the wardrobe. I found a business card in your pocket with your name and I heard them call you Luka.”
He continued to stare at her. “Tell the truth.”
“It is the truth.”
“What’s your name?”
“Chloe.”
He gave a deep sigh.
She didn’t want to be cross with him.
“Is there anything I can do to stop you bleeding?” Despite her efforts, blood still trickled down his skin, thin red rivulets linking in a grotesque spider’s web. She rubbed the itch on her arm.
“If it’s not a game --” she began. He glared at her and Chloe winced. “Then what are you doing in here? Why are they torturing you?”
“You were watching.” He gave her an accusing stare.
Chloe shifted uncomfortably. “Well --”
“You enjoy watching the infliction of pain? You think the siltrane was fun for me?”
She stepped back as he snarled, even though he couldn’t reach her.
“No. What the hell’s a siltrane? Look, I’m trying to help you. If you want to get free, we need to work together.”
“How did you watch without them seeing?”
Chloe hesitated but if she managed to get him loose, the secret corridors would be his route to freedom.
“This building has passageways hidden in the walls. There happens to be an access point in my room and another in here.”
“And you know this, how?”
She heard the disbelief in his voice and bristled. “I used to live here.”
“What is this place?”
“Washburn Hall. It was my home and now it’s the Sunset Spa.”
He smiled. “What are you doing in a spa for vampires?”
Chloe groaned. He said this wasn’t a game, yet he was still pretending to be vampire like the others. Everyone in the place must be in on it. It made sense now: the treatments through the night, the receptionist aghast she’d turned up in daylight, horrified she wanted to go out in the sun. What a load of weirdos.
“Well?” he asked.
“I won four days here as a consolation prize,” Chloe said. “How about you?”
“I think I’m lined up as one of the treatments.”
Luka had half-changed his mind about Chloe. He saw neither guile nor treachery in those big green eyes, only innocence. She didn’t believe he was a vampire. She didn’t believe in vampires -- period. He winced as she rubbed cream on his cuts.
“They want you as a treatment? What sort of treatment?” She pursed her lips into a shape that made him think about shoving his dick between them. Christ .
“They want me to fuck them, act as a stud. I don’t want to.”
She blushed and he felt his cock twitch. Blushing was impossible to fake.
“Why do they want you to do that?” she blurted and then cringed. “Sorry. I mean I’m sure you’re great at it. I mean you’ve got the equip -- um…why do they need to force you?” She gulped.
“God, it’s rape.”
“It would be if they succeeded, but I don’t intend to let them. I won’t let them make me come.”
He wondered why he felt the need to make her understand that.
“Why you?” Chloe asked.
Luka bristled.
“Sorry again. Nothing wrong with you. You’re really…er…” She waved her arms as though she was trying to scoop a word out of mid air.
“Unless you accept I’m a vampire, you’re not going to believe what I tell you.”
“Pretend I do.”
Luka bit back a smile. “My ancestors are descendants of the original vampire family.”
Chloe grinned. “You mean like Lestat and Dracula?”
Luka curled his lip. “Neither of them existed. Both are figments of their creators’ imagination.”
Though he had to admit their creators danced close to the edge of the truth. “You look disappointed.” And amused .
“A bit. I always wanted to meet Lestat. Such a sexy guy.”
Luka felt a ripple of
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