“I didn’t object because I don’t need to. It’s upstanding of Lowe and the Vampyre to try to convince you not to do something idiotic.” His eyes bore into mine and he leans forward, palms against the mattress, caging my thighs. He’s a wall of heat, all forest scent. This close, I could easily trace all the little scars on his face. “I’m simply going to lock you up, killer. If I have to chain you to my f*****g bed to keep you alive, I will not hesitate.”
I refuse to cower backward. “You really are a dick.”
Well, duh, his gaze clearly states. “If you’re into self-immolation and dying, I can easily arrange it for you. No need to involve other species.”
“This is not self-immolation. It’s a strategy— putting oneself in danger in order to gain something. Taking one for the team. Like Misery di
