Fated In Darkness
I blinked, stunned.
“That’s what everyone’s saying. That you’re his... food. And his pleasure,” she said bluntly, watching me for a reaction.
I laughed, mostly out of disbelief. “He doesn’t drink blood.”
That was the only answer I could manage. It felt both ridiculous and not enough.
Her shoulders eased, just a little. “So it’s not true.”
“No. Adrian doesn’t keep thralls,” I said, then added, “He’s my boyfriend.”
She raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “Boyfriend? Isn’t he a little... old for that?”
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