Chapter 43
- I held out the knife.
- He shook his head. “You keep it, in case you need to use it. I have to feed now or I won’t be in anyway controlled.”
- I looked at the way his chest rose and fell, he was fighting the urge. I set the knife on the arm of the chair. “After what you told me, I feel like I’m torturing you by not just saying let’s go for it, mark me. Am I being terrible?”