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Xander waves a hand to Locheran. “Of course, you know the commander of my army.”
Locheran smiles, flashing me his fangs as he gives me a two fingered salute.
Xander motions to the broody gargoyle on his right who continues to act strangely. Apparently, the floor is the most interesting thing in the room.
“And this is Thorne.”
Thorne.
Thorne.
I swear my heart flutters at the name, which is impossible because I’m dead and my heart no longer beats.
Thorne looks up at me—finally—and the fluttering moves lower.
Okay, Thorne cannotlead my security team. I’m way too attracted to this massive gargoyle.
Chapter 2 – Thorne
My eyes fall to the new vampire queen just in time to notice a flash of what appears to be annoyance, possibly disdain, cross her face.
What the hell?
We’ve never met, yet she’s already annoyed with me?
Or maybe she’s repulsed by what she sees.
I mean, sure, I don’t talk much—especially compared to loudmouth Locheran—and I’m not as handsome as him and Xander. I’ve got battle scars all over my body. The most prominent one across my face. I don’t miss the way others cower, their eyes widening when I approach with my rugged and massive body.
I’m intimidating, sure, but sometimes I don’t want to be.
Sometimes I just want to cuddle on a couch with someone and watch a romantic comedy and cry when the couple reunites at the end.
Sometimes I just want to be the little spoon for once.
Sometimes I just want to be told to get on my knees and beg my lover to punish me.
Whoa... where did that thought come from?
I haven’t had thoughts like that in... decades. Thoughts that began the moment we walked in, and I sawher. My cock jerked with need. I didn’t know how to act so my eyes nervously scanned the room, looking anywhere but at her.
I’ve been alive for 712 years. I’ve had partners of all genders and species, but sex became boring to me. I stopped feeling attraction. Even when Locheran drags me to nightclubs and drunk beings rub up against us, my body just doesn’t respond.
But now.Now,as I take in Layla’s light brown skin, her dark brown eyes, her mahogany hair that falls in elegant and loose curls around her head, her small breasts and soft body underneath the stretched fabric of her violet dress… my heart flutters, my stomach twists, and my cock hardens against my black cargo pants.
A throat clears and Locheran punches me in the shoulder, reaching around Xander to do so.
I snap out of it and notice Laylaholding out her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, Thorne. I look forward to working with you,” she says.
I move to take her greeting. Wait, maybe I shouldn’t touch her. If I’m feeling this way from just a glance at her voluptuous body, then skin-to-skin contact will surely cause me to combust.
I drop my hand. She frowns and pulls her hand back, but I’m already extending mine out again. Her brows furrow, and she doesn’t move to accept my confused greeting so I lower my hand, which of course, is when she decides to reach out hers out one final time.
“Are you well?” she asks, balling her hand into a fist and dropping it to her side.
No. I'm not well. I am literally dying inside.
