Page 45 of Cinderella and Her Vampires (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 5)

“We can point the fingers later,” Brock said. “We need to stop him before he gets that far. As you said, there is a risk for a war neither of us truly wants.”

I glared at my vampire son a little harder and then nodded. “How do you suggest we do so?”

“Are you actually asking me for my opinion?” he asked.

“You want a chance to prove yourself, here it is. Don’t waste it,” I warned.

Brock nodded. “Head back to the mansion and gather supplies. Then, we follow him to the other side.”

“And if he’s not on the other side?” I asked. “What do you suggest we do then?”

“He’ll be there. That is the only explanation for his trail suddenly stopping here,” Brock said.

If I wasn’t so pissed off with him, I might have been proud. He had thought things through. Well, mostly. Admittedly, I found a few holes within his logic, but it appeared he had paid more attention to his lessons throughout the years than he initially led me to believe.

“Very well. Let’s get to work. Perhaps, with a lot of luck, we can stop the war before it starts,” I said and followed him home.

21

CINDY

Not long after our sex, I was becoming stir crazy. I hated being stuck in a small space. I didn’t like feeling trapped. Despite the afterglow and incredible orgasms I recently had, I couldn’t stop thinking the walls were closing in.

If I didn’t get out of this room soon, I was going to lose my shit, and nobody wanted to see that.

“Tell me you’re claustrophobic without telling me you’re claustrophobic,” Xavier said.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Oh, you got jokes. So hilarious.”

“Seriously, what’s wrong?” Xavier asked.

I huffed and set my glare on him. “I’m not the type of girl who does well in small spaces for long periods of time. Especially when it starts to make me feel trapped.”

I started to bounce my knee. My breaths were quickening.

The panic was starting.

He chuckled. “Do you promise to behave yourself?”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “I’m not a child.”

“Come now, do you?” he asked again.

I stared at him and huffed. “What exactly are you trying to say?”

“You’re not going anywhere without a promise of good behavior,” he said.

I groaned. “Don’t patronize me, please. That is the last thing I need right now.”

He chuckled again. “Wouldn’t dream of it. But I do need you on your best behavior.”

I sighed. “Fine.”

“Good girl,” he said as he stood and held out his hand toward me.

I glared at him. If it weren’t for the incredible sex we had, I might have given him a piece of my mind and knocked him back down a few pegs, but I didn’t have the fight in me. I was too concerned with the sensation of the walls closing in on me. And the sex was worth tolerating his picking… at least for a little while.

Teasing is a love language, after all. Though I wouldn’t call this love.

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