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That still doesn’t answer my question. “Are you saying if they break the law again, as long as they say they’re sorry, that’s okay?”
Now would be a good time for Van to stick that dick into my mouth and teach me to control it. Clearly, I have a need.
Enoch smiles. “I’m saying that if they break our covenant after promising me their lives, they will suffer with no end.”
The room grows silent, and if I weren’t terrified of getting caught by one of Van’s brothers, I would run until I collapsed.
“A promise to me is not like a promise to others. To be my son, I require only one thing, and that one thing is something my children fear losing.”
They have got to be vampires.
“I think that’s enough history for today,” Enoch says after a tension-filled silence. “We are thrilled to have you as part of our family and wish you and Alistair a long and happy marriage.”
Van
“You’re a vampire, aren’t you? It’s fine if you are. Just don’t drain me of blood in the middle of the night. I’m O-negative—the most universal blood type in the world. People count on my donations. You would be depriving millions of—”
I can’t take it anymore. “Even if I were a vampire—which I’m not—the last thing I’d want to do is risk spending an eternity where you never die.”
Instead of getting mad and lashing out at me, she grins.
“Welcome back, my friend. I thought you would ignore me the rest of the day.”
I was planning on it, but admitting it would only make her happy, and that’s not the relationship I want with my wife.
“Where are we going, anyway?” It annoys me that she didn’t ask this question fifteen minutes ago when I opened the car door and sent her a threatening glare.
“Does it matter? Seems to me that if you’ll get in the car with a potential vampire, you’re up for anything.” However, driving her out of town and off a bridge did cross my mind a time or two.
“True,” she agrees, opening the glove box and digging through my shit like I won’t stop this car and set it on fire just to prove that what’s mine is mine and what’s hers is mine. Just because I married her does not mean I plan to share my life or anything else with her. I clearly remember that not being in the vows.
“Holy shit.” Her shocked gasps send a zing of electricity straight to my cock. “You are such a fucking liar.”
She holds up a slip of paper she found in the glove box.
“This is not a stolen car.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course, it isn’t. I’m not a thief. That’s Tennyson’s wheelhouse.”
“Tennyson is a thief?”
I shrug as if this is a typical conversation between a couple. “And a murderer.”
Her eyes widen. “He’s really a murderer? You weren’t lying?”
“Believe it or not, you bring out the worst in me.” I’m no Boy Scout by any means, but I’m generally an honest man when I do speak.
“Oh, so I made you lie; is that what you’re saying?”
“Exactly.” No need to continue to lie to her. “You’re the only one who’s ever made me break the rules.”
“That is a crock of horse shit, and you know it.”
I mouth horse shit and smile. “How so?”
Tossing the car registration onto the floorboard, she turns in the seat and folds her arms against her chest. “Setting a town on fire is breaking the rules, Van, or did you not know that rules and laws are basically the same thing?”
They aren’t, but I’d like for her to hold this position a while longer since all she’s managing to do is flash an extraordinary amount of cleavage that has my cock begging for me to pull over and plunge between them until I coat them in my cum.
