Not Fair

*Rafe*

The taste of berries and fresh stream water lingers on my tongue. No matter how much I eat, be it blood or food, the taste doesn’t go away. I find this both comforting and maddening at the same time. Ainslee Bleiz, no one tastes like you. No one.

Paperwork litters my desk. Papers to review. Reports to sign. Tasks that can wait, and important items that shouldn’t wait any longer. But I keep putting them off anyway. I can’t work. I can’t move. I can’t even think with my Ainslee gone.

I bare my teeth, almost doing the forbidden and showing my fangs. My Ainslee.

My office door bursts open, and the very last person in the world I want to see huffs in.

“Riley,” I bite out as cordially as I can. “What brings you here?”

Riley throws her hands dramatically in the air. “I can’t stand it, can you?!”

“Stand what?” I continue, trying not to sound bored. The king’s eldest daughter becomes more insufferable every day. Especially since she still has her claws in me. No, the king gets to marry