Lord Emerson's POV
I was surprised by her words. With disbelief, I stared at her, wondering if she knew the implications of what she had just said. By the look on her face, it was obvious she understood, and she wasn’t joking.
“You…” I was cut off by a sharp pain in the injury. I grunted in discomfort, closed my eyes for a moment, and, after the pain had subsided, I opened my eyes to meet the worried and pitiful gaze of Emma.
An angry grunt escaped my lips as I looked away, closing my eyes. I hated for her to see me in such a vulnerable state. I was a mess and hated for her to see me like this.
“You should leave,” I demanded coldly, opening my eyes, hoping she would obey. As I thought, she didn’t, neither did she move away.
“Why don’t you feed from me?” she pleaded desperately. I groa
