“No, I did not. I told him I wouldn’t be owned, and he calls me his pet! I’m not a dog, and he had my boyfriend changed into a vampire, just so he could get in my bed!”
None of them even blinked at the words. No shocked faces, no utter horror. Just three faces that waited for the catch. I rubbed my hands down my face. I had at least expected Vlad to understand why I’d be upset, since he’d spent most of his life around humans—but no such luck.
“And?”
And there it was. The looks on their faces changed into words. I growled and shook my head. “And nothing! I need to get away from him. He’s done things I can’t even fathom, much less process. I need to go home so I can think without him making me want him! He’s impossible to be around because every time he is, my brain shuts off, and my vagigi turns on!”
“Vagigi?” Vlad asked, as Ristan laughed outright at me and Dristan let out a strangled noise like he was choking on something.
“Yes. He walks in all tall, dark and deadly, and my brain turns me into a sex addict. I know I have to feed, but if I don’t get away from him I’m going to go crazy. I need space. I just need to think.”
“No, go back to vagigi. I want to know why you named your vagina vagigi—spare no details,” Ristan said between laughs.
“Grrrr…is there a reason you Three Stooges are here, or did you just come to drive me insane? Where’s Ryder?”
“He’s checking your house,” Vlad said calmly as Ristan smirked.
“You actually told Ryder you were leaving him?” Dristan asked.
“Yes, I told the caveman I was leaving. He had my boyfriend—or ex whatever—changed into a Vampire just so that he could get in my pants. You may not think that’s a bad thing, but I do. You keep telling me to give him a break because he’s not human, but you forget the fact that I was raised by them. What is okay for you guys is not always the same for me. I didn’t take Claire’s ass out just to get to Ryder, nor did I have her turned into anything. Oh, not to mention that I also found out he’s been stalking me for years, and watching me in my bedroom, and seeing things that no one, and I repeat no one, has ever seen!” Claire was the woman I’d caught Ryder with, right after I’d given him a lap dance. He’d had her bent over his desk in his office and it had been educational to say the least.
“Were you dressed?” Dristan asked as heat entered his jewel-like eyes.
“Eyes up here, Buddy. And, does it matter!?” I said pointing my middle finger up as I held it at chest level, where his eyes were currently looking.
“Please, tell me what you were doing inside your bedroom,” Ristan purred silkily.
“I prefer lower,” Dristan said, smiling roguishly, continuing his own conversation.
“I’m with Ristan on this one. I want to know what he saw, and exactly what you were doing,” Vlad said as he smiled wide, which showed off his fangs.
“I prefer to go home,” I countered.
“You will have to discuss that with Ryder when he gets back,” Vlad said, his eyes no longer hard.
“Am I a prisoner?” I asked as my eyes narrowed on him.
“No, Synthia. You are a guest. Those men came through that leyline to kill you. He won’t let you go back unless he is assured you will be safe. Don’t be that girl; you’re smarter than that. You are as hot-headed as he is. It’s best to let him make sure you are safe.”
“What girl?” I asked, offended, but not sure why.
“The one who runs home crying and gets dead.”
“Oh.” Well yes, that would suck.
“Flower, you’re upset. We can see that much, but he did what any of us would do. At the same time, though, you have a right to be upset. Just let us make sure you are cared for and that it is safe for you to go home before you run off.”
I nodded. “How are the wounded?”