THADDEUS' POV
I braced myself for another tirade from Aster as she drank the wine glass filled with my blood. I had provided her with yet another batch of "vessels," but none of them were strong enough. Again.
She had been pestering me non-stop about it, her persistent questions ringing in my ears. Part of me yearned to simply give her what she wanted, to end her incessant nagging. But another part relished the idea of prolonging her agony just a bit longer. I couldn’t shake the feeling that once she got what she desired, she might discard me like a rag.
She believed she had me wrapped around her fingers, but the b**ch didn't realize that it was I who placed a leash around her fragile neck. She couldn't last long without my blood, the very essence that sustained her frail, collapsing bo
