I felt Blaze lean in, his breath unnervingly cool against my ear as he whispered, "Little pet, you angered me... so you must calm me."
My stomach twisted. Angered him? My foot. If anything, I was the one who should be furious. Did he think I'd already forgotten how he publicly claimed me—turned me into his walking blood bag like some prized possession? Like it was my fault Reed had dragged me to that godforsaken place? These ancient creatures had lived so damn long, I was convinced their brains were rotting.
I wanted to yell, to scream, to curse every last one of them for turning my life into this nightmare. But when you're sitting next to an undead predator who feeds off you, you learn to keep your damn mouth shut. And that's exactly what I did.
But, of course, it wouldn't just end there. It never did.
