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the halls, and the door was adorned with a silver dragon and unicorn. The door was ajar when we arrived, and he ushered me inside, his silky waves of hair brushing against my bare arms.
    His room was stunning. The bed was a king with a canopy and large enough to fit six people. A midnight-blue satin blanket was draped across the bed with a matching heap of pillows. The wooden poles holding the crimson canopy were intricately crafted into leaves, flowers, horses, and wolves. The floor was a deep blue carpet, and the walls were black and painted with white and red roses. He had an old wine cabinet in one corner of the room, three gorgeous antique dressers, a closet, three round lamps, and a metal chest at the foot of the bed. The walls also had about six or eight paintings of flowers and horses, and there was a grandmaster clock nestled in a corner by the long closet.
    Darius shut the door and came beside me. “You need breakfast,” he said, and then teased, “The most important meal of the day, may I add.”
    I was so jealous of everything he had. I finally got the guts to ask, “What do you have to eat? Where’s your dining hall ?”
    “My flower, my dear, dear flower, this morning you must drink. We will not be attending the dining hall. You are still a fairly new vampire and are not quite stable yet.”
    “I think I know that. I almost bit a woman at the mall the other day.”
    “Sang failed to mention that, too.” He paused. “Back to you, my dear. Do you like the nightgown?”
    I couldn’t help but let the little girl in me twirl once and let the full skirt fan out. I fingered the silk material and replied, “Yeah.”
    “Good. I’m happy it suits your tastes.” He was still in his robe from last night, and I saw that he had purple silk pajama pants on. I laughed as I imagined him going to the store and heading toward the women’s section.
    “These are custom-made,” he said.
    Darius being able to read my thoughts was going to drive me insane, I just knew it.
    He sat on his bed, took off his robe, folded it, and placed it on a pillow. He seemed tired and leaned his head against a post.
    “Come here, my dear.”
    I really didn’t want to go near him again. I still despised him for that night, for separating me from my friend and stealing my humanity. Wait, friend? What about Dana?
    “She is fine.” He closed his golden amber eyes. “I am able to glamour others, so I told her that you felt sick and went home and was planning a vacation for a few weeks.”
    “You’re good,” I told him as my feet moved on their own, and I sat next to him. I was like a puppy learning to obey its master.
    “Drink,” he said. “From my shoulder.”
    “I-I can’t. I’m not going to drink blood like some animal.”
    “We’re all animals, my dear.” His left hand pushed my back so I was staring straight down at his exposed shoulder. It was milky in color, and my mouth watered as I remembered how his blood had tasted so exquisite last night, so delicious.
    “Drink,” he ordered. My teeth sharpened into fangs, and I grabbed his other side with one arm and held his left arm still as I sank into his flesh like a serpent, and then drew his blood as if I were a starving stray cat. He moaned and threw his head back, thick waves of chocolate hair bouncing. He shuddered and lashed at the wall, writhed and whimpered in pleasure. His eyes became such a dark, rich amber color they shone, radiated, and glistened beautifully. I sucked hard, and his eyes fluttered in delight. He had unusually long eyelashes, and he was so gorgeous it was as if an angel had sculpted him.
    He was so delicious, so sweet, so desirable.
    Whatever warmth he had had transferred from him to me, and I became warm, a nice warm, but it quickly changed into a hotter state.
    “That’s enough, my dear.”
    I retracted my fangs while they were inside him, which I guess hurt, but Darius was still as a wall and moaned and panted when I pulled from him.
    Hey,