Chapter 6

Ryker jumped up, his face beet red. “When it comes to feeding, no one beats the vampires.”

I tied a rope around his neck.

“W-What are you doing?” Ryker looked at me warily.

“I knew it. You’re up to no good!”

Ryker backed away, fighting me every step of the way to avoid the leash.

“Shut up!” I dangled the ruby in my hand. “I’ll send you back if you don’t behave.”

To be honest, I had no idea how to seal worked, but the bluff should be enough to keep Ryker in line.

Sure enough, it worked.

It took quite an effort for Ryker to get out of the ruby. The last thing he wanted was to be locked up inside the necklace again. His only choice was to comply.

Still, he wouldn’t shut up. “Human, you will pay for that threat!

“I’ll start by killing your family.”

“I’m an orphan.”

Ryker swiftly uttered, “I’m sorry to hear that.

“I’ll burn your money.”

“I’m broke.”

“I’ll kill your lover!”

“He’s gone too. Recently.”

Ryker was taken aback. “You have no money, no family, no partner. What do you live for?”

I shuffled Ryker’s fluffy hair, just like I would with a puppy.

“I have my herd, my vegetable patch, and my harvested grains.

“Oh, and you.”

Ryker’s breath hitched. A never-before sensation coursed through his veins, jump-starting his long-dormant heart.

“Did you cast a spell on me?”

Since then, Ryker settled down quite a bit.

Trevor’s training methods were pretty effective.

Occasionally, though, my pet would look at me with a mix of emotions.

I would lie on the grass to relax while flush crept across his cheeks.

When I asked for a shoulder rub after a long day of work, he would stare at me with resentment. “Your charms won’t work on me! By the way, should I go harder?”

He would even keep my bed warm without resistance.

Ryker would narrow his eyes menacingly under the covers. “What sorcery did you put me under? I can’t feel half my body.”

I had no idea what he was on about, but one thing was for sure, I had gained an adorable pet.

As a reward, I would take him out for walks and give him pets. Sometimes, I would pick up a few pounds of duck blood at the market to enrich his diet.

One night, I jolted awake to the cold sensations against my lips. Ryker slashed his wrist to feed me his blood.

“Don’t speak. You humans live too briefly. You will live for centuries by drinking my blood. You shall not die without my permission.”

Years later, a group of men in black raided the farm.

They threw the door open and shouted, “My Lord, forgive us for our late arrival!”