Page 165 of Eternal Craving

She’d placed candles around the den. Plush blue and gold pillows were scattered here and there.

My gaze met hers. “You’re not planning on sleeping down here, are you?”

“I feel safer down here.” She glanced at the coffin. “And in there.”

“Why?”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Marcus has our best interests at heart.”

Sunaria sat down on the coffin lid.

“What’s gotten into you?” I asked.

“He hates you for turning him.”

I frowned. “He understands that I had no choice.”

“He hates me, too.”

“No, he doesn’t.”

“He won’t accept what he is.”

“As I recall, I needed time to adjust when you turned me.”

“That’s not the point.”

I struggled to suppress my frustration.

“You understood what it is to be a vampire.” Her tone was brusque.

“You left me buried for days,” I said. “That helped to persuade me.”

Sunaria rose and approached me. “You deserved that.”

I bit my lip and didn’t respond.

She stared at the wall. “It was my right to do what I wanted to you.”

“It’s 1500, time to realize that progress means change.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“That your old ways… No, that your ancientways are redundant.” I gestured my exasperation. “Your ridiculous obsession with myth, for example.”

“What myth?”

“Superstition.”

Sunaria wouldn’t look at me. “You’re angry because you know you should have brought your son home.”

I glanced at the coffin. “You’re not sleeping in there.”

Sunaria pouted.

“What is this really about?” I asked.