Longing surged up within me. I wanted it. Oh God, I wanted it. I didn’t want to hear Jerome chastise me for my “all lowlifes, all the time” seduction policy. I wanted to come home and tell someone about my day. I wanted to go out dancing on the weekends. I wanted to take vacations together. I wanted someone to hold me when I was upset, when the ups and downs of the world pushed me too far. I wanted someone to love.
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My muscles informed me they did not want to go through any more exercise today. So I suggest that maybe he should let me off this time. He laughed, and I’m pretty sure it was at me…not with me. “Why is that funny?” “Oh,” he said, his smile dropping. “You were serious.””Of course I was! Look, I’ve technically been awake for two days. Why do we have to start this training now? Let me go to bed.” I whined. “It’s just one hour.””How do you feel right now?””I hurt like hell.””You’ll feel worse tomorrow.””So?””So, better get a jump on it while you still feel…not as bad.””What kind of logic is that?” I retorted.
Yet, it had been Dimitri’s gentleness and thoughtfulness mixed with that deadliness that made him so wonderful. The same hands that wielded stakes with such precision would carefully brush the hair out of my face. The eyes that could astutely spot any danger in the area would regard me wonderingly and worshipfully, like I was the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world.
One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep; therefore we also no longer dream. It’s a shame, because if I could dream, I know I’d dream about you.I’d dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I’d dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams, I have to be content with my own imagination– which is almost as good. I can picture all of those things perfectly, as well as how it’ll be when I take your life from this world.
Of course, now I had the problem of communicating what I needed. Marlen was still beating on the door, and Dimitri would be up in a couple of minutes. I glared at the human, hoping I looked terrifying. From his expression, I did. I attempted the caveman talk I had with Inna…only this time the message was a little harder. “Stick,” I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. “Stick. Where?” He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked, in perfect English, “Why are you talking like that?” “Oh for God’s sake,” I exclaimed. “Where is the vault?” “Vault?” “A place they keep weapons?” He continued staring. “Oh,” he said. “That.” Uneasily, he cast his eyes in the direction of the pounding.