Bound By Blood
I place my gaze firmly on Blade as I respond, “So, I suppose I’m not your pet. I belong to all three of you like a possession or a toy. I’m just your damn dress up doll.”
Blade’s eyes narrow at me, but he doesn’t react meanwhile Adam grabs me by my chin and tilts my head up to look at him. My eyes are locked onto his blood-red eyes and his voice is low as he tells me, “Blade isn’t the one requiring you to dress up, neither is Luther. I am. You are right, you are our possession and you will do as we say. You may be Blade’s pet, but darling, you are my doll.”