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It’s cute how she’s trying to get me on a technicality, even more so when I think about how Zia probably doesn’t know how to get me on a technicality. But I can’t tell her the truth, so I keep lying. And trying to keep my cool because I’m growing stronger by the second thanks to her liquid.
“Are you suddenly a pro at how vampires feed?” I’m holding on by a thread—my patience and my sanity. She’s testing me and I’m not in the right headspace to deal with it.
“I don’t need to be a pro to know you’re lying about something.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Yes, you are, and I don’t like it.”
“Okay!” I snap, quickly getting to my feet, my patience worn because I’m not good at lying like this. “I’m still hungry, Zia, but if I kept feeding from you, I would have done something I’d regret.”
“Something you’d regret,” Zia says with a subtle flinch.
My heart drops when her face falls, when this beautiful female quickly looks away. I’m not sure if vulnerability is something she’s unfamiliar with or just something she refuses to show, but it’s there and I hate that I’m adding to it by making her think it’s her I’d regret.
“I didn’t mean you, Zia.” She scoffs and refuses to look at me, so I step right in front of her, then gently take her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her head so she’s looking at me. “You’ve already had so much taken from you. You had decisions forced on you without your say, and if I kept feeding, I would have been another male to do that to you.”
Zia searches my eyes, her pretty dark ones almost shimmering. “So you don’t regret feeding from me?”
I shake my head and smooth my thumb over her lower lip. “No.”
“And you only stopped because you didn’t want to fuck me without making sure I wanted you to?”
Sucking in a sharp breath because I like hearing her say that more than I should, I nod and take my hand away from her face. “Something like that.”
“Felix,” Zia says with a sigh. “Ever since I heard your voice, all I’ve wanted is for you to fuck me. I thought you knew that.”
“I…” This conversation is not helping keep my erection under control. “I guess I do, but it’s not quite the same. I didn’t want consent to be implied just because you sent me very detailed emails prior to kidnapping me.”
“Well, consider this me giving you consent to fuck me.” Zia’s smile is warm as she shifts a little, embarrassed again by what she’s saying as she almost whispers the rest. “You have my consent for anything you want because no one else has ever asked for it before.”
And that breaks my fucking heart.
Just because Zia is a demon who doesn’t bat an eye at murder, kidnapping, or opening other people’s mail doesn’t mean she doesn’t get a say in what happens to her. Which has a plan quickly taking shape in my mind.
“Your brother said that asshat knows where you are, right? Said the second body was enough to get his attention?”
Zia nods as she watches me start to pace.
“Then we need to get out of here.”
“We do?”
“Yes.”
“Both of us?” she asks eagerly.
“All three of us.” I move to grab the suitcase I had out the other day, then toss it on the bed. “Do you have anything you need to bring?”
Zia gets to her feet and starts looking around the room. “No. Nothing other than my phone, I guess.” Then she spins in a slow circle and points toward the attached bathroom. “And that sex toy. We should definitely bring that.”
With a groan because fuck, I flip the suitcase closed and make my way into the hall. “Grab it. I need to find Roger, then we’re leaving. Did your first victim have a car?”
I start searching for my cat again, clicking my tongue and calling Roger while I crawl on hands and knees with a semi in my jeans.
The reaction I have to this female is insane and very alarming, but the more time that passes—all of three days—the less of a shit I give. Stockholm syndrome or not, I want Zia, and I need to keep her safe because of it.
“Found the keys!” she chirps as she hurries into the living room. “And I think there’s a vehicle in the garage.”
