Page 69 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

DANTE

I checked my phone for messages repeatedly during my many (delayed) meetings.

I checked Ophelia's location, too.

She stayed home, and didn't text me.

I texted her to let me know when she was awake, but I wasn't sure where she'd put her phone, so I wasn't confident she'd see the message. When I sent someone with food while I was training that evening, they said she answered the door, so I tried to stop worrying about her.

It didn't work.

The woman didn't seem to have an ounce of self-preservation in her body.

Not that I would complain about her body. I'd barely managed to stop thinking about it since I left her side.

I'd never understood that small portion of male demons who had a kink for knotting non-demon females before, but now?

I got it.

Really fucking got it.

"Dante?" Grayson repeated, and I glanced sideways.

"Hmm?"

He lifted an eyebrow at me.

I looked down at my gloves.

Ah.

Right.

We were about to start another round.

"Your head's not in this," he said, and his expression was knowing.

There was no point in denying it. "Not really."

"You could go spend the evening with her."

"She wants to be apart."

Grayson made a noncommittal noise. "You could make living together worth her time."

Yeah, I could. I'd proven it that morning.

I sat down on the mat we'd been about to spar on, getting a little more comfortable. Grayson did the same. "It's a delicate situation."

"Probably not as delicate as you think."

"She said most angels don't stay with their mates."

Grayson frowned. "Why not?"

"They use the mate bond to unlock their magic, and move on. I don't think she'd leave if it meant fucking me over, but I don't know her that well. I've already pushed her a lot. More seems like a risk."

"Then get to know her before you push her anymore."