Page 67 of Infernal Bonds
“It means everything,” I said, cutting her off and adopting a no-nonsense tone I reserved for those special customers. “We belong to one another. That means we won’t accept another.”
The woman glared at me and then at Cyn. “Does she speak for you?”
“No,” he said, voice low and strained. “But she’s right.”
“What?”
“I don’t need your blood anymore.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she sneered. “Whatever. You’re not the only dick in the palace.”
I bit my lip to stifle my laugh as she turned and marched down the hall after such a warm parting statement.
“She seems pleasant,” I said, rolling my shoulders to loosen the tension there.
“We belong to one another?”
I turned to look at Cyn, my cheeks heating. “I said whatever was needed to get her to back off.”
“Including the bit about you’re mine and I’m yours?”
“It got her to back off, didn’t it?”
His narrowed eyes assessed me. “And why did you do that?”
“You didn’t seem interested, and she didn’t seem to get that.”
He scoffed under his breath.
“We should get back,” I said, hoping to change the subject.
“What are you going to do if word gets around that I don’t take blood from anyone else?” he asked as we walked down the corridor together.
“Nothing?”
“So you expect me to stop drinking blood?”
“Never said that. Just set the record straight with other people.”
“And you’re fine with that?”
“You do whatever you wanna do.”
“Even if I fuck them?”
I stopped and looked at him. “Why are you asking me?”
“Because you sounded serious to me.”
I shook my head. “You’re overthinking it.”
He stepped into my personal space. “Am I?”
“Cyn,” I whispered. “We just need to get along for everyone’s sake. It doesn’t need to be more than that.”
“That’s what you want?”
“I wanted you to believe me. I wanted you not to take my mom’s—” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Just let it go. I made a mistake in helping.” I opened my eyes and stared into his. “Can we just go?”
