Xavier'S POV
Elara sat across from me at the chess table by the window. The dim early evening light was easier on my eyes than the glaring winter sun when it beamed down on the snow. I focused on my captive, the honey taste of her blood still lingering on my tongue from last night.
“Have you played chess before?” I asked Elara.
She nodded.
“A few times. It’s one of my favorite games.”
She glanced away from my intense gaze, seeming nervous in my presence. Probably still conflicted over her punishment and what had happened between us earlier. My c**k twitched at the thought. I had the most demanding urge to drink from her again, then open my vein for her to suckle. Blood bond. A voice in my mind whispered those two words. I shook it off. That was never going to happen.
I refocused on
