It sounds possessive and dirty.
“Why?”
“The blood can get contaminated,” he replies nonchalantly.
“Anything else?”
“Yes.” His eyes roam over my figure. “You may go anywhere within the castle and its surroundings as long as you’re accompanied by your guards, but you are forbidden from snooping around my wing. I can’t stand your human stench in the place where I rest.”
One more insult to add to the list Cassian Draven has already thrown at me in these few hours. I stink to him. Too bad I don’t care. I lower my gaze to the silver cutlery. So much for the theories that silver affects vampires. This knife won’t be useful for anything other than spreading butter; it’s not even sharp enough to try and cut my veins and end this agony. Cassian’s presence puts my nerves on edge. I don’t think I
