"Already?" Delora gasped. "Ethan, I thought—"
"It was great seeing you." Ethan dismissed her as if she were nothing but a tiny bug beneath his shoe. "I promised my love a dance though. Excuse us."
I fought the urge to snort. His love? Right.
Without asking me, Ethan set the champagne glass down on a nearby table and pulled me onto a small dance floor.
"She was lovely," I said once the music started.
A smile teased the corners of Ethan's mouth. "She's horrible, but at least you didn't throw your champagne in her face."
"I was tempted."
"Me too." His voice caressed my body. I tried to keep my distance from him, but he wasn't having it. Instead, he pulled me as close as physically possible so we were chest to chest. "I like your dress."
"It's red." Lame. Someone, put me out of my misery.
His warm chuckle had my knees shaking together. "Like blood."
"Yeah."
"About as damn tempting too."
I was desperate to hear him say it wasn't just the dress that was tempting, but me, even though I knew it was stupid, and I was just setting myself up to get hurt all over again.
"You look… nice."
Nice. He said I looked nice. Not pretty, not even cute, or beautiful, just nice. Like a dog.
Or a plant.
"Thanks." I swallowed the lump in my throat.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ethan
EVERY DAMN WOMAN IN THAT ROOM paled in comparison, and that was the truth. It was like fighting a war with myself — not telling her how I really felt, like dragging her away from the watchful eyes of people who'd do her harm and kissing her senseless then promising her forever.
It was instinctual.
Nothing more.
If I pushed her away, I wouldn't attach myself more emotionally — at least, that was what I told myself — then she'd gone and gotten cranky, which, frankly, was adorable.
She crossed her arms.
I half-expected her to stomp her foot or at least claw my eyes out. Damn, I would have been gone if she'd done any of those things.
She still had control.
I wondered if she noticed how her personality was slightly changing. Vampires weren't known for being calm and collected. Perhaps on the outside… but on the inside? Blood boiled; it always boiled. And I knew it was just a matter of time before she snapped.
Because my blood flowed through her veins, and if that didn't make me want to shout at the top of my lungs.
/> Her scent was covered up with perfume.
I didn't like it.