Angel's fingers clacked against the holographic keys, but her tone was flat and cutting when she spoke. "I'll be honest, I never thought you'd be the type to lock yourself into some committed arrangement like this."
Reva stretched out on the bed, one leg lazily crossed over the other. "It's not a big deal. We're both getting something out of it. The deal was simple. He lets me drink his blood whenever I feel like it, and in return, I let him fuck me."
Angel raised a brow, smirking faintly. "Doesn't look like a simple deal to me. Feels like that's already moving into something else."
Reva rolled her eyes but didn't deny it. "I like him. That's all. I feel good when he fucks me, and I feel even better when I drink his blood. For me, it's double pleasure. He only gets the fucking part."
Angel's eyes flicked from her screen to Reva. "You do remember you're Lucas Blackwood's fiancée, right? What do you plan to do with that little problem?"
