Two hours later, I was yanked from sleep by a strong hand and a rich voice telling me to dress for dinner. Dinner? What time was it? I normally didn't sleep in the middle of the day, and it had messed me up. After going without sleep the night before, I could have done with a lot more of it, though.
I struggled up; staring down at my jeans-clad legs with blurred vision. Never a good idea to sleep in jeans, but it was either that or my underwear, and I wasn't about to get nearly naked in blood boy's bed of lust. The groan poured out of me as I rubbed my eyes. I could feel a bruise beneath the point of my dagger's hilt, where it had dug into my stomach while I slept.
"Come here."Huitzilopochtli held out a hand; something red hung from his other one.
I was too tired to care. I went over an
