Vampire Slave8

You're chasing away my boogeyman; the least I could do was let you be comfortable while you do it. She reached over, tossing two of the unused pillows toward him.

Chal kicked off his boots and sank back. He piled the pillows up behind his back. She rolled toward him and her hand reached out to touch the bottom hem of his shirt. "Thank you. You've put yourself out more for me than anyone else has ever thought to. My da ... he thought I was a waste, that I had my head in the clouds. I think he couldn't handle anything more from me when I refused to marry the biggest wastrel in town."

"Da's." He mimicked her quiet burr. "Are supposed to protect and cherish, not sell off their children like cattle."

"He'd have probably been happier if he could have sold me off to slaughter." Her eyes dropped and she stared at the fabric of his shirt. "I don't know how I'm going to repay you for all of this."

"Then stay here with me, keep me from going crazy on my own. Redo this room and get rid of all of