Page 110 of Primal Pursuit
He raises a brow. “You have fucked up dates, Rabbit.”
“I don’t date. I don’t have time.” I frown as he fetches the quilt from my bed and drapes it over me.
“I have to take care of something?—”
That snaps me out of my half-drunk state. “By something, do you mean Giovanni?”
“Who?”
“My landlord.”
“Go to sleep, Rabbit.”
He goes to the kitchen, and he has a glass of water for me he squeezes lemon into. I didn’t even know I had a lemon.
“I’m coming, too,” I say as I move to get up.
“You’re staying.”
“I’m. Coming.”
He hands me the drink. “Fine, but drink your water and fucking sober up a little first. Take your time.”
I slam the bitter water and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’m sober.”
“You’re a bloodthirsty rabbit.”
“Just how you like them.”
The world spins a bit as I start for my bedroom to change and my feet are too heavy. But I make it and start fumbling for clothes in my closet.
“Black,” I say. “I think I’ll wear black. Hides the blood.”
Black is also invading my mind, and thinking is hard. I manage to focus on him. “You.” I point at him. “Tattooed me.”
He leans against my bedroom doorframe. “You let me.”
I try to comprehend that as the world spins and dips and comes in and out of being. “What is it?”
He raises a brow. “You haven’t looked?”
“You told me not to.”
“And you obeyed?” He seems slightly shocked, and I feel slightly offended that he thinks I wouldn’t.
“I play…” Everything starts to spin. “I play by…shit.”
He’s right there, which is good because my legs buckle and I’m not sure they’re attached because I can’t feel them. Or my hands. Or lips. Did he…?
“Did you…”
Everything goes black.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
DAVIAN
