Except… I can’t seem to remember those questions right now.
Shaking my head, I rub my temple. “Are you going to speak?” I ask.
She has been mute thus far. I’m not sure if the little witchling is too stunned to talk or if it’s something she’s simply incapable of. But she’s using a phone, suggesting she can communicate somehow.
Her lack of speech isn’t a defect or an absence of power. I sensed her perfection in every way.
And her strength.
Fuck. I just need ataste.
An automated voice responds, disappointing me.
“I’m mute, mercenary. But this device translates my thoughts into words. This voice is automated for me to communicate.” A moment of silence stretches out before the witchling continues in the half-garbled robotic voice that probably doesn’t sound like therealher at all. “Do you care to tell me why you have the duke’s phone?”
I roll that question around in my brain, but my thoughts feel sluggish and tired.
Frowning, I try to remember who the duke is.
I try to remember… anything.
Fear spikes in my chest when I realize nothing is coming to the surface.
Not who the duke is.
Not who I am, either.
Well, this isn’t good.
“I’m afraid I can’t answer that,” I respond vaguely. The witchling wants to know why I have theduke’sphone. I don’t know the answer to that, but I have a feeling that’s a temporary problem.
My head itches on the inside and I know my brain is healing itself from some sort of damage.
Did this little witchling cast a spell on me?
Perhaps that explains my raging hard-on and my desire to fuck her, to taste her, and to worship every inch of her.
Even if I can’t remember who I am, I instinctively know that I am not the romantic type. One-night stands are more my thing.
I don’t just want her for a night.
I want tokeepher.
And while my attraction to this little witchling is powerful, it feels intense and compulsory.
Like a spell.
I should resist it. My existence could be in danger.
Not mylife, because I’m not alive in the first place. I’m a vampire with necromancy hybrid magic.
I was born this way,I recall.
No, not just a vampire. Amastervampire.
The itching inside my head ramps up as the memories start to return.
I was born with a gift, which qualified me for master vampire status.