It was unusually loud. The rumbling, rocking, and trembling of wood was too burdensome to endure. I opened my eyes to find myself lying down in an all too familiar carriage.
Along with a dark pair of booted limbs.
I stiffened and reached for my neck, wincing as my fingers grazed the bandage wrapped around my neck. I snatched my hand away from the area and flinched as a sharp pain jolted down my arm.
"Splendid. Now, get up!" Lord Fashire's dry voice fully roused me up.
My neck screamed in agony as I looked up. I stifled the urge to cry out. Lord Fashire stared at me.
I grew tense.
Why were we in a carriage?
And why did he look fine?!
He had bitten me… and those black fangs…
His unmoving gaze gleamed with amusement. He rubbed his chin, a crooked grin forming on his lips. "Now, that was a very unpleasant experience." With a knowing glance at my neck, he continued, "As expected, the pain was unbearable, but with time, I'm sure it will become tolerable."
With time?
