Page 32 of Caressed By Sin
Am I playing with fire?
Someone banged at the door and yelled through it, “Mrs. Dupree is everything okay?”
I tried to calm myself down. “Everything is fine.”
The man continued, “The guests below thought they heard lots of fighting in the room.”
“They heard wrong. My husband and I were sleeping in bed.” I gave out a nervous giggle. “However, we left the TV on in the living room. It was some old war movie. I just turned it off.”
Azar scowled at me.
“Well,” the guy continued. “If you need anything, maybe some—”
“We are fine!” Azar roared. “Now leave, human, before I feast on your soul.”
My mouth dropped open. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Um, sorry… that was the television again. This . . .remote is confusing. I switched to a different channel instead of turning it off.”
I heard nothing else, no response.
“Azar, that was unnecessary,” I whispered. “The hotel may call the police, which could alarm the U.S.C.”
“Why isn’t your husband taking care of the debt?” Azar leaned his head to the side. “Have you put him to sleep also?”
“What? No.”
“Are you sure you haven’t chained him up in a basement. Perhaps, you’ve put an ugly corduroy outfit on him?”
I frowned. “Apparently, my husband disappeared after he took the loan out with Adae.”
“Why would he need so much blood money?”
“I don’t know.”
“When did he take the loan out?”
“I don’t know that either.”
“Why don’t you know much about your husband?”
“He left me a few months after our daughter was born.”
Azar’s face softened a little. “When did Adae come to you about the debt?”
“Adae said he searched for my husband for years and decided to take my daughter and get the money from me.” I combed my fingers through my wig. “I won’t bite you. You can feed from me all you want after we get her. I just want my daughter back.”
“I don’t believe Adae didn’t find your husband. That wizard’s resources are far reaching. He always knows where I am. He just can’t catch me.”
“Adae never found him and even if he did, he has my daughter. That’s my only focus.”
“It’s a sad story, but how do I know I can trust you?” He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re the first woman to put me in chains.”
“Test me.” I got up on the tip of my toes and pressed my lips to his.
He snarled.
The couch and chairs rose to the ceiling.
I jumped back. “I’m not going to bite you.”
