The vampire and the assassin

it was on the other side of the door; they had no intention of leaving until

ice was new but yet the same soft voice that had asked me a question earlier. No

come in. There was no way in hell I was allowin

I com

simply answer no, as I knew it would be rude, but I'd also feel embarras

ressing gow

ack facing the door. I just had to hope that my back was covered by my long hair so that he wouldn't see the scars.

cold breeze was gone. I could feel him standing behind the chair I was sitting in; it was as if, since we'd touched at our first meeting, every p

him because he had an idea just what trouble his brother had put me through, or was this simply his usual manner? I had no idea; I just knew I'd

the towel around me for extra warmth. I tied the belt around my waist tightly and then sat back down and dropped my head a little. I still wasn't

swer Lucian quietly. I used to simply ignore Lucian or answer him back with silence or sarcasm.

e. I felt his eyes watching me intently. I didn't dare look up to be met

better afte

hated my parents for everything, that was the one thing that had always stuck with me. If I was meeting anyone, then I had

ead was turned away from me, so I lifted my head for a little peek to find him looking at the fire with a slight frown on his face. As

hild being scolded by my teacher. I wasn't sure what made me do it—whether or not it was hearing him state what he was

frowned a little. "You do not need to defend Lucian around me. I know how much of a

felt his gaze on me. Why had I let that slip? I didn't want Xander's attention. I didn't want him s

t want to anger Xander in the slightest, so I simply shook my head and turned it away, further deciding the best thing I could do was not say anyth

ge the conversation away from something t

I ask how o

se piece of cotton from the hem of the dressing gown as I turned m

I knew he was just trying to have a general conversation to get to know me, but I turned my head away, not wanting to go into any of that with him. All of those things were too

d it, but I decided it was my turn to ask him a question. Part of me told me that I had to t

question. "Glenda told me that you've never taken any of his offerings to you, so why me?" So much for not getting him angry or lett

ng. "I never took my brother's gifts because I do not trust him. I will be honest; I do not trust you either." I blinked a couple of times at his honesty and then looked down again. I knew it had been coming, but to hear it said out loud so bluntly had thrown me. "However, you unlike them... You had something about you. While they all seemed li

'd taken me to give me a chance at life, and a piece o

will help you get there safely." I frowned a little in confusion as I lowered my head again to debate it with myself. I could r

ak when the door opened, so I

t know you were in here w

armth." I glanced up from under my eyelashes to see that Xander was now standing up. So that was going to be the end of our conversation. I lowered my eyes again as I bit my lip, finding it interesting how he'

a pleasant evening Rosetta, and thank the human w

l, my

lenda who had some clothes in her arms. "Let's get you dressed

dressed. I stayed in the dressing gown to keep myself warm, as it had been so long since I'd felt warm. The whole time Glenda