I frown, noticing its color. The same as my eye color.
My head snaps to Thorin, who is now on his feet stepping to me. One hand rests on my hip, my body instantly coming alive under that simple touch. The other reaches for the dagger.
“It was forged by another member of the Kings. I had him make this for me.” He picks up the dagger, my breathing turning rapid at the thoughts that are running through my head at what I would like him to do with that dagger.
Only him.
“The gem needed to match your eye color.”
“Why?” I question, the one word sounding breathy.
He smirks while looking at the item in his hand. The tip presses against the pad of his index finger as he twists the handle.
“You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, baby. Fuck, all of you is beautiful.” The last part pulls a scoff from me, his eyes flicking over to me.
His head dips, but his eyes stay fixed on mine, giving him a menacing look. They glint dark gold before turning red— then the color disappears in an instant.
“You are saying all the right things now, Thorin, but where were these words years ago? Saying them now does not make me forgive you for all of the pain that you have caused. A mate is supposed to be there for their other half, to love and support them. All you did while I was recovering was stay away, and then you made sure that I saw what you were doing with countless other women.”
“The brothers told me that you never fucked any of them,” he blurts out, and my breath stutters in my chest.
It was decided that who I was to Thorin should make me off-limits, and the men agreed, but to keep up appearances with him and the other club girls, the brothers would take me to my room and we would talk or play games.
“Do not turn this around onto me.” I stand straighter, pulling my shoulders back. “It was not like you cared what I did, so why not try and show you that I did not care either?”
“Yeah, and how did that work out for you?” he snips.
Inching forward, I poke his hard chest.
“So fucking good. Got to build my friendships with your brothers, becoming a family, while you were fucking empty bodies and feeding off dirty blood,” I snap at him.
My retort only makes his smirk deepen.
His body closes in, and my breath catches in my lungs, the scent of him making my body betray my heart.
He drags the blade across my neck just above the material of my shirt, and my breath hitches at the cold contact of the metal. I watch him, eyeing the blade as he slices through said material in one swoop. I catch it before it flaps open, flashing him my breasts.
A growl slips from him, but before he can speak, the door to his room flies open.
“Oh, there are you, baby. I have been looking for you.” We both turn to see Sybil enter the room.
Dressed like she is ready for the strip club, she steps into the room, and my body tenses. So does Thorin’s, but his hand does not leave my hip.
He growls low and deep, showing his displeasure at the intrusion.
Sybil’s steps falter at the sound and the look of his eyes turning red.
“Do not take one more step.” His voice is unnatural.
“But you always feed off me at night; just because this bitch got attacked does not mean that we have to stop.”
Fucking hell, does she not take hints?
“Leave.”
“Thorin—”
“Do not say my name,” he snarls, and even I freeze at the sound.
