Oliver's Hunger
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By the indignant look she tossed him, he realized she knew he was lying. But was she at least giving him points for originality?
She huffed, obviously lost for words, and turned, slamming the door behind her.
One nil for the vampire. At least he still had a chance.
“No way did she offer you sex.” Blake’s incredulous words made him turn his head.
He wouldn’t be goaded into giving any more secrets away than he already had, such as that Ursula had kissed him—quite passionately at that. This time, his half-brother would not provoke him into saying something he didn’t want to divulge. Therefore Oliver simply shrugged.
“Think what you want.”
It was bad enough that Maya knew about it. He could only hope that she didn’t pass this piece of information on to Gabriel. Knowing his sense of propriety, he’d pull him off this case instantly and have somebody else watch her. Not that it was a real case yet. At the moment it was nothing more than Oliver helping a girl in trouble. Whether this had anything to do with Scanguards would unfold soon, he hoped.
In the meantime, he should mend what he’d screwed up.
When he put his hand on the doorknob, he felt Blake’s hand on his shoulder. “Hey, what are you doing?”
Oliver gave him a pointed look. “What’s it look like? I’m going into the living room.” He shook off his hand. “So if you wouldn’t mind . . . ”
“Not alone, you’re not.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do than spy on me?”
Blake’s eyes narrowed. “I wouldn’t have to spy on you if you knew how to behave.”
“That’s rich, coming from you! If I remember well, you just tried to make a pass at her. And you’re telling me I can’t behave?”
Without another glance, Oliver opened the door and entered the living room. Behind him, Blake crowded into the room. Figured that his halfwit half-brother couldn’t take a hint.
Ursula stood at the window, peering out into the dark, even though he knew she couldn’t see anything out there with the light from the living room reflecting in the glass pane. She spun around when she heard his footsteps.
“I didn’t mean to startle you.” Oliver pointed to the window. “You should come away from there. Somebody might see you. I can’t be sure that nobody followed us.”
She quickly walked away from the window and approached the fireplace. Even though Oliver hadn’t noticed anybody following them, he had to admit that he had been too preoccupied to pay proper attention.
Ursula raised her chin and looked straight at him. “I want to call my parents.”
For a moment, he contemplated her request, but he already knew what his answer would be. He couldn’t allow her to contact anybody. Not until Cain had verified her story. “Later.”
Her eyes blazed with anger and hurt. “You’re not any better than the vampires who kept me captive.”
“That’s not fair. I haven’t done anything to you to hurt you.”
“But you’re locking me up just like they did. You don’t allow me to talk to my parents. And how long until you’re going to attack me for my blood? How long?”
Right now, he wanted to scream, but clenched his jaw. “Never! I’m not a savage. I’ll prove it to you.” What was he saying?
“How?” she challenged.
Without taking his eyes off her, he issued an order. “Blake, get me a bottle of blood from the pantry.”
“What?” his half-brother asked. “You serious?”
“You heard me.”
He heard Blake’s boots scratch against the wooden floorboards as he left the room.
Ursula gave him a doubtful look. “What are you trying to do?”
“I’ll prove to you that I’m civilized, that I don’t want your blood.” He knew he was lying, but he had to convince her otherwise. Or he would never get the other thing he wanted: her body, underneath him, panting in ecstasy.
“By drinking blood from a bottle? That’s not going to prove anything!”
She was probably right, but it would establish something else. “At least for the next twenty-four hours you’ll know that I’m sated and that you’re safe from me. If you’ve really spent the last three years with vampires, you know their habits, their urges, their needs. You know that a vampire has no urge to attack you for your blood if he’s fed sufficiently.”
There was an almost unperceivable nod. Still, the doubt in her eyes didn’t disappear. “Doesn’t mean I’m safe from you.”
She huffed, obviously lost for words, and turned, slamming the door behind her.
One nil for the vampire. At least he still had a chance.
“No way did she offer you sex.” Blake’s incredulous words made him turn his head.
He wouldn’t be goaded into giving any more secrets away than he already had, such as that Ursula had kissed him—quite passionately at that. This time, his half-brother would not provoke him into saying something he didn’t want to divulge. Therefore Oliver simply shrugged.
“Think what you want.”
It was bad enough that Maya knew about it. He could only hope that she didn’t pass this piece of information on to Gabriel. Knowing his sense of propriety, he’d pull him off this case instantly and have somebody else watch her. Not that it was a real case yet. At the moment it was nothing more than Oliver helping a girl in trouble. Whether this had anything to do with Scanguards would unfold soon, he hoped.
In the meantime, he should mend what he’d screwed up.
When he put his hand on the doorknob, he felt Blake’s hand on his shoulder. “Hey, what are you doing?”
Oliver gave him a pointed look. “What’s it look like? I’m going into the living room.” He shook off his hand. “So if you wouldn’t mind . . . ”
“Not alone, you’re not.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do than spy on me?”
Blake’s eyes narrowed. “I wouldn’t have to spy on you if you knew how to behave.”
“That’s rich, coming from you! If I remember well, you just tried to make a pass at her. And you’re telling me I can’t behave?”
Without another glance, Oliver opened the door and entered the living room. Behind him, Blake crowded into the room. Figured that his halfwit half-brother couldn’t take a hint.
Ursula stood at the window, peering out into the dark, even though he knew she couldn’t see anything out there with the light from the living room reflecting in the glass pane. She spun around when she heard his footsteps.
“I didn’t mean to startle you.” Oliver pointed to the window. “You should come away from there. Somebody might see you. I can’t be sure that nobody followed us.”
She quickly walked away from the window and approached the fireplace. Even though Oliver hadn’t noticed anybody following them, he had to admit that he had been too preoccupied to pay proper attention.
Ursula raised her chin and looked straight at him. “I want to call my parents.”
For a moment, he contemplated her request, but he already knew what his answer would be. He couldn’t allow her to contact anybody. Not until Cain had verified her story. “Later.”
Her eyes blazed with anger and hurt. “You’re not any better than the vampires who kept me captive.”
“That’s not fair. I haven’t done anything to you to hurt you.”
“But you’re locking me up just like they did. You don’t allow me to talk to my parents. And how long until you’re going to attack me for my blood? How long?”
Right now, he wanted to scream, but clenched his jaw. “Never! I’m not a savage. I’ll prove it to you.” What was he saying?
“How?” she challenged.
Without taking his eyes off her, he issued an order. “Blake, get me a bottle of blood from the pantry.”
“What?” his half-brother asked. “You serious?”
“You heard me.”
He heard Blake’s boots scratch against the wooden floorboards as he left the room.
Ursula gave him a doubtful look. “What are you trying to do?”
“I’ll prove to you that I’m civilized, that I don’t want your blood.” He knew he was lying, but he had to convince her otherwise. Or he would never get the other thing he wanted: her body, underneath him, panting in ecstasy.
“By drinking blood from a bottle? That’s not going to prove anything!”
She was probably right, but it would establish something else. “At least for the next twenty-four hours you’ll know that I’m sated and that you’re safe from me. If you’ve really spent the last three years with vampires, you know their habits, their urges, their needs. You know that a vampire has no urge to attack you for your blood if he’s fed sufficiently.”
There was an almost unperceivable nod. Still, the doubt in her eyes didn’t disappear. “Doesn’t mean I’m safe from you.”
