He was stubborn himself.
I sighed as I clutched the blanket, “You’re a dick.”
He growled at me, pulling me forward and kissing me, biting into my bottom lip hard.
He was pissed, and so was I. Obviously, I didn’t want to die; all I have ever done is run and hide to survive; I was absolutely terrified of dying.
Malrik pulled back and stroked my lip, “Yeah, I am a dick. But at least I’m your dick.”
I rolled my eyes, pulling back slightly, “Fine, how do you break it?” I didn’t have the energy to fight with him on it, and I really needed some food, and soon.
His expression shifted. “It is dangerous.”
“I told you…”
“Shut up, woman. I will spank you again with a belt this time.”
I squeeze my thighs together at the thought.
He smirks at me and says, “Dirty girl.”
I clear my throat and reply, “Go on.”
“Most of the ingredients are in Eclipsara, which means I need to get them; it’s just the last little one that may bedifficult.”
I really don’t like where this is heading.
“How difficult?”
“On a scale of one to ten, I would say…”
I huffed, “Oh, just spit it out, Malrik.”
“We need the blood of a relative to break the spell.” I stared at him.
This was more than a little difficult; it was absolutely insane and impossible. My mother was dead, and the others, one was well out of the question, and the other would get me killed as soon as they learned I’m alive.
No way.
“You have a visitor.”
“Who?”
“Chatty one.”
I hurried over to the window, the sky growing darker with each passing moment. As I peered down, I spotted Ronan making his way up the steps, a basket in hand.
“Shit.”
Malriks' voice was a low growl behind me. “What the hell is he doing here?”
I swallowed, my eyes darting around the room for something to throw on. “He’s… been stopping by lately,” I muttered, hastily pulling on an oversized hoodie and a pair of shorts.
“Stopping by for what?” He followed me to the door as I heard Ronan knock.
“If you must know, he helped me after the vampire attack.” I sped down the stairs, and I felt for Xarothar’s bond, but he must have fallen back to sleep.
“Was it that bad?” I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked over my shoulder.
