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My hand lashed out on its own. My fist collided with the side of Rayne's face. The pain was sharp and explosive. I gasped and jerked my hand back, glaring at him and his stupid face.
“Did you just punch me?” Rayne gaped, his face hadn't even moved when my fist crumbled against his face. “I can't believe you just hit me.”
“You!” I shouted, jumping from the bed. “You broke my hand.” I held my injured hand out for him to see and then grimaced, holding it close to my body.
Rayne scoffed, waving me off. “You should have thought about that before you decided to punch a vampire.”
“Just because you suck blood and have granite for skin doesn't mean you can harass me whenever you want.”
“Oh, come on, don't act like you didn't want me to.” He leered at me, and I had the urge to hit him again, even with my broken hand.
“What's going on here?”
Both our heads jerked to the door where Wynn stood in all his gloriously delicious self. His flexing biceps shifted beneath his button-down black shirt. He had braided his long black hair, and it hung over his shoulder, making him look even more the forbidden temptation.
“She hit me.” Rayne pointed an accusing finger at my fist with a sneer.
Wynn didn't even spare his brother a glance, his blue eyes immediately going to my hand where I clutched it to my chest. “You're hurt.”
He stepped quickly across the room until he stood before me. With compassion in his eyes, Wynn reached out and cupped my hand. I inhaled sharply and clenched my teeth. His fingers stroked my skin where it had already begun to turn purple and blue.
“Rayne.”
The single word made the redhead rush to Wynn's side. Rayne's mouth barely opened to spout whatever excuse he had before Wynn's spare hand whipped out and hit him across the face. The sudden impact sent Rayne flying into the wall, knocking over my side table and the lamp that went with it in the process. The sound of glass breaking made me wince, and my head turned away from Wynn to where Rayne crouched on the ground.
His amber eyes flashed red, but unlike in my dream, they weren't full of lust but anger. His eyes locked onto me as he swiped his thumb against the side of his mouth, coming away red. I swallowed hard. I was going to pay for that later.
“Come, let's get your hand taken care of.” Wynn wrapped an arm around my shoulders and turned me away from Rayne, leading me out of my room. Over his shoulder, Wynn told Rayne, “Clean that up and then make yourself scarce before I tell Antoine what you've done.”
I could feel Rayne's eyes boring into my back as we left, and I turned my head to Wynn. “Thank you. I'm sorry to be such a bother.”
“Nonsense. Rayne has a big mouth and has years to go before he will fully mature. We hope.” He winked, and I giggled despite my pain.
“I have to say, even though he deserved it, I am regretting hitting him.” I flexed my wrist and hissed. “I didn't know vampires were so... hard.” I flushed at my wording and flicked my gaze over at Wynn, but if he had noticed my slip up, he didn't show it.
“There are many things about us you will have to learn if you are going to continue working here,” he mused, leading me down the hallway.
I realized after a moment that we weren't going to the kitchen but only gave it a brief thought before asking, “And what else should I know?”
Pushing the door open to his bedroom, he flashed me a fanged grin. “You will have to learn for yourself.”
I hesitated at his doorway, my mouth falling open slightly. Did he really want me to go into his room?
Wynn urged me forward with a reassuring nod.
Taking a deep breath, I took the final step into his room. Dark oaks decorated his furniture, from the tall armoire standing on one end of the room to the four-poster bed with its wine-colored sheets. I'd been in his room many times, getting his laundry and putting it back. However, I never had to make his bed. Any of theirs. I honestly didn't know what they had me around for other than to clean their clothes and pick up after their parties.
“Do you not sleep in your bed?” I spun around and covered my mouth, my eyes widening. “I'm sorry. That's not any of my business.”
Wynn's lips curled up slightly, his head dipping as moved in closer. “No, it's alright. It's not surprising you noticed we don't exactly keep the same hours as you.”
“Yeah.” I let out a nervous giggle. “The days are pretty quiet with only Darren for company. He's not exactly the talkative type.”
“My apologies.” He moved into his bathroom for a moment and then came back out with a first aid kit.
Gesturing for me to take a seat on the edge of his bed, I hesitated again. It was bad enough to be in Wynn's room but to sit on his bed? Get a grip. It's not like he's going to ravish you right there with the bedroom door open.
The mattress sank beneath me and the sudden urge to lay back on it was almost too much to ignore. Man, I thought my bed was soft. What a waste.
