CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

Aric drew a chair next to the sleeping animal and sat down to observe her, still perplexed by her sudden reaction.

Nobody had been so forthright with him in all his years on Earth. Actually, no one else saves his dad.

The words of Liberty had cut deep, their poison piercing his own soul.

Indeed, she had been correct; he was not the innocent party. Furthermore, he had kissed her for God knows what insane reason. She was stunning to look at with her black hair, emerald eyes, and oh-so-kissable lips, but she was still just a person. A pet. As a vampire, he was her master.

While it was not uncommon for masters to eat their dogs, it was another thing entirely to bed them. And once more, we must wonder what prompted such thinking in the first place.

Nothing Liberty had done had given him any reason to believe she was interested in that sort of thing, and now when he looked at her, he didn't have the slightest desire to kiss her again.

As he shook his head, he tried to refocus on the issue a