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What was he doing?
My heart thrashed against my throat. What he had just done seconds ago—or however long he had done it, had reminded me of the first time I had walked into his chamber to serve him.
What sort of ability was that?
So it hadn't been just me?!
I stiffened.
His silver eyes bore into mine, the red bleeding through in flickering pulses he could not seem to control.
"I want your blood."
The words came out rough. Demanding. He would always speak to me like this. Like I was something to be commanded, to be taken from, to be used.
But there was a slight difference that did not escape my notice.
Those eyes kept flicking to my throat with a desperation that bordered on mania.
Lords…
He needed me.
A laugh bubbled up from my chest before I could stop it.
This was just so funny. And it did not help how his expression just shifted. Why was he doing this to me?
He looked so funny appearing confused.
Then he laughed too.
