“Rasmus?” “Leda.” He smiles at me, he seems... relieved. “Rasmus? Why is your pulse so loud?” His eyes flash that honey gold colour and I’ve suddenly got an altogether terrible feeling about this. I rip the covers from me and leap out of the bed; rushing to the dresser mirror. The face looking back at me is... me. Perfectly me... My scar has gone; my face has a healthy glow; my eyes shine... even my chin is far tauter than it was when I went to bed. I lift my top and run my hands over my newly unscarred abdomen in wonder. Then it hits me – I leapt from that bed. There was no pain. “Leda-” Rasmus’ voice calls from behind me. I ignore him. I can’t keep the emotions from churning throughout my whole body. Horror. Anger. Betrayal. Fear. My face decays in front of my eyes; eyes becoming a deep blood red as my mouth becomes that unholy cavern of sharp, pointy teeth. I scream. I feel arms wrap around me from behind and I spin in them, smashing my fists

“I’m sorry.” I tell him. I don’t know what to tell him. How do I tell him he’s breaking down all my walls and I do not appreciate it? I don’t appreciate how hard it is to look at him and not want to run my fingers through those golden locks... I glance up from the floor and it’s only then I realise that ‘sorry’ wasn’t the right thing to say. “I’m sorry” I repeat, to get his attention off the floor. “I just – I seem to have forgotten what words are.” I offer him a small smile and I swear I see his whole body jerk in response; like I’ve just brought him back to life. I shake my head and sigh. “Gods be damned Rasmus! What am I supposed to say to that?! I don’t want to forgive you just yet! Stop making it so damn hard!” He laughs. Not a happy laugh. A desperate laugh. A shocked laugh. A relieved laugh. All rolled into one. “Leda, I-” “Rasmus.” I interrupt him. “I-” I shake my head, hoping it’ll somehow order my thoughts. “I’m not ready to forgive you

I broke the kiss. We were both breathing heavily. As soon as I broke away from him, I wanted, no, I needed his lips back on mine. Where they belonged. Instead, I opened my stupid mouth. “I’ve got an idea.” “Mmm?” Rasmus moved back slightly; giving me space to speak and again, I wondered why I’d broken the kiss. Neither of us need to breathe now. We could have just stayed like that forever. “Maybe you could use that vampire super power of yours and take off all my clothes?” I whispered to him, reaching out to take hold of the collar of his top and pull his face back to mine. I thought I was being coquettish, but it doesn’t have the desired effect. Rasmus takes a step away from me. Definitely not what I was going for. “My vampire superpower? I... I don’t understand?” “I thought you could... y’know... use it to, er, spice things up?” I try again “Maybe? No?” He just looks so utterly confused. It’s kind of adorable but that’s not what I’m looking for right now

She impales herself on my cock.  Fuck. She’s intense – I need to keep it together.  Leda places her knees either side of my thighs and hooks her feet back over my legs. Proceeding to rock back and forth, my eyes roll back in my head.  Fuck! I sit forward, taking a nipple into my mouth and nipping it gently. She moans in pleasure which spurs me on; I take the second nipple into my mouth as I grip her hips, holding her against me as she rocks. 

I wanted to surprise Leda. I’m not sure if the new law was the way to go about it. She just looks... confused. “Come.” I tell her “I have one more surprise for you.” I just hope she’s less confused about this next surprise. I lead her through the castle corridors to the royal suite – it's been completely redone since Carlotta’s death. It was one of the first things I did – try to rid the place of any and all Danneskiold stains. “Did you... did you enact that law for me?” Leda suddenly asks. “I did. Well, with you in mind. Nothing will ever take away what I did to you, Leda.” I sigh “But also, Carlotta forced people to turn – I can’t conscience that. I don’t know what I was thinking when I did it to you, but I –” “Thank you” she interrupts and takes my hand. I smile down at her, squeezing her hand gently. We reach the suite and I open the door and step aside, so Leda can enter first. She steps in and I hear her short intake of breath as she looks around. Ca