My Midnight Moonlight Valentine (My Midnight Moonlight Valentine 1)

Because he was older, he was faster. And because he faster, I couldn’t react in time. I tried to jump off the bed, but he caught me. His hands were like bars around me. I tried to wrestle my way out but only succeeded in getting pinned back to the bed.

He was above me with a wicked grin on his lips. “After what you did, you still dare to pretend as if you are not mine?”

“What?”

“Did I not tell you that you did many strange things? Do you not want to know why I called you cruel?”

I thought back to just a few moments. “Why did you call me cruel?”

“How could a woman who was kissing, biting, and pressing herself up against a man clearly battling his lust not be deemed cruel?”

My mouth dropped open. I shook my head. “You’re joking. I’ve done none of that.”

“None?” He cuffed, a single eyebrow raised. “You have been compelling me to the brink of madness.”

“I have done nothing but lie here. You’re just teasing me,” I said innocently, smiling up at him.

His jaw tensed, and our eyes locked in battle. He clearly wanted to say more but released me.

“You are the queen of cruelty,” he stated, getting off me. Laying down, he closed his eyes and shook his head.

Big baby. I sat up and looked at him “Okay, maybe I hugged you—”

“That is not all you did,” he said with his eyes still closed. “But as you do not wish to be the strange one, I shall merely hold on to those fond memories for us both.”

My mouth parted, and I tried to remember, but I couldn’t. “You’re mocking me.”

“Melora could stand as my witness to your crimes.”

“Crimes now?” I laughed but was still a little unsure. “Now, I know you’re making it up.”

“Should it ever happen again, I shall have it recorded and displayed on one of the boxes for you to watch for yourself,” he stated confidently with a smirk on his face.

“What…What happened?” I asked a little panicked.

“You said—”

“Forget what I said. Apparently, I’m doomed to be the freak of this family, so tell me.”

He frowned, opening his eyes. “You are not a freak,”

“How many witch vampires do you know?” I pressed back.

“None. Nevertheless, you are merely different, not a freak—”

“Theseus, you’re stalling. What did I do?” I questioned, sitting on my knees, looking directly at him.

He sighed, shifting in front of me. He leaned in and brushed the hair from my face.

“Theseus—”

“You, a one-year-old vampire, an infant, a young one, have been sleeping for the last two days,” he said gently, and I couldn’t grasp that.

“What?” I shook my head. “That’s impossible. You told me I had to be centuries old before I had my first sleep.”

“It

seems vampire witches are different.” He snickered, cupping my face. “After the ghost left, you collapsed. I thought you had fainted, but you stirred when I tried to wake you. You said you wished to rest for a bit.”