Page 66 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

Dante sent it sailing across the room with a tap of his toe against the side of it.

I reached for another roll.

He grabbed before I could. Followed by the other rolls. They all went into his pockets.

I flashed him a look that I hope portrayed my irritation. "I need to finish this."

"You need to sleep."

"I'll sleep when it's done."

"No. If you're keeping me alive, you have to take care of yourself. I bit you twice yesterday; you need to give your body time to recover."

"The mate bond will take care of me." I slid across the floor and snagged a roll of tape he hadn't noticed.

He plucked it out of my hand. "The bond can't replace eating and sleeping."

"I won't know that for sure unless I try."

"We're not trying."

I gave him an exasperated look. "I'm almost done. Just give me the fucking tape. You can bite me afterward."

"I'm not biting you when you haven't slept. And I have a meeting at noon."

"You say that like I know what time it is.

"It's 10 AM."

Damn. I'd been working for a while.

"Well, I can't stop now," I stated.

"You can."

"Do you know how angelic magic works?" I asked. It wasn't super applicable, but I needed a way to get him to think he didn't understand.

He didn't answer. Because he didn't know, obviously.

"I can't stop now. You can bite me when I'm done, and I'm almost done," I said.

Dante let out a long breath, and silently handed me one of the tape rolls.

"Not that one," I said.

He handed me two more.

One of them was my favorite.

I got to work taping another line of papers on the outer border. The map had grown significantly, so it required a significant amount of paper and tape. Dante reluctantly sat down on the other side of my map, and started taping the sheets the same way I was.

It went way faster with his help. Especially since he'd actually slept.

When our papers nearly met, he dragged my pottery wheel and tables back a few feet to give us more space, then disappeared.

When he came back, he tried to hand me a plate of pancakes. I refused it.

He proceeded to cut a piece, and tried to feed me a bite with the fork he'd brought up. I refused that too, so he shoved the bite into my mouth unceremoniously.