Niklaus drew a sharp breath and pulled back slightly. However, his lips remained close to hers, as if ready to kiss her again at any moment.
Niklaus wiped his lips with his finger, revealing traces of blood. His face displayed a cold smile even icier than his usually expressionless countenance. "You bit me?"
Freya contemptuously wiped her lips with her sleeve and retorted, "What, Rebekah not satisfying you? Running around like a stallion in heat?"
Niklaus leaned in closer; his scent overwhelmed her. "I haven't accepted your rejection, and we aren't divorced yet," he snapped. "Sleeping with you is satisfying; besides, it's safer."
"Safer," she repeated. The word tasted like acid. He didn't see her as a wife; he saw her as a clean, convenient option.
A sharp pang of grief st
