The bloodmaid takes a considerable few minutes to accept defeat and climb off his lap. Her face turns toward me and, even though it’s hidden, I know her eyes must be narrowed and her mouth twisted in a sneer. While she’s being dismissed, I’m here, sharing dinner after dinner with the man who seems to be the center of all her dreams. I smile brazenly and give a curt nod in farewell.
She spins on her heels and disappears the way she came.
“I’ve been told you’ve been studying our history.”
“Is there a problem with that?”
“Not at all, I just find it curious that you bother to get to know us when it’s obvious you hate us so much.”
He rests his cheek against the knuckles of his hand, and the gesture captures me for a few seconds. His skin is extremely pale, even more than mine, and not a si
