Page 52 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

It probably made me delusional, but it really did something for me when he got all primal.

"You're surviving on nightmare blood. Me living on cup noodles is a fair equivalent," I said.

His eyes slitted.

Maybe he wanted more of an explanation?

"I'm a fallen angel, Dante. No part of me is made to be enticing or pleasant. I'm aware that I'm not a catch. It's not surprising that my blood is unpleasant, but your options were to die in an elevator underground or mate with me, so—why do you feel like that?"

The man was so furious, he may as well have been steaming. I could feel his rage radiating through his side of the mate bond.

"Your blood isn't unpleasant," he said in a low voice.

"Of course it is. You're the one who said I tasted like darkness."

A snarl escaped him.

Even in the prison, he hadn't been this angry.

Dante abandoned the grocery bags on the countertop and grabbed me by the waist, carrying me straight out through the front door. He slammed it behind him, but didn't lock it.

No one would've tried to break in, anyway. All of my neighbors were afraid of me. No one realized that I had been basically powerless.

"What is happening?" I asked, as he deposited me in the passenger seat of the most expensive vehicle I had ever been inside.

He shut the door harder than he needed to, without answering my question.

The tires squealed as he peeled away from my house a lot more smoothly than I would've expected, given how long he'd been in prison.

Rock music played from the stereo, loudly.

"I was busy," I called above it. "I am busy. Take me back home."

He clenched his jaw, and didn't turn the car around. His rage didn't ease up, either.

"Seriously?" I asked. "I'm trying to get more innocent people out of prison!"

He didn't reply.

Guess I would have to figure out how to break a bunch of assholes out of my prison later.

I turned the music up louder, hoping it would ease his anger.

It didn't.

I liked the noise anyway. His fancy car had really nice speakers.

An hour later, Dante parked in an open spot in front of a large building. I studied the building. Decided it was probably an office of some kind.

"Stay here," he ordered, unbuckling his seat belt and leaving the car.

I watched his ass as he strode through the sliding glass doors like he owned the place.

It was a nice ass.

The sign in front of the parking spot said:

RESERVED FOR THE OWNER