Seventy Eight

“I’d rather be Ruarc’s seventh wife than go back to my pack as a human”.

The nerve of this man. First he let that dumb vampire king bite me, now he wants me to leave after I’ve agreed to stay.

“You did not just say that”, Sia growled, eyes dark. That dump purple dot is back.

“Yes Crinka. You did not just say that. Would you rather go back to your pack as a vampire?”, Massa asks as he plops down on his bed, legs crossed. I don’t even know why he’s still here. Sia and I are having a couple conversation and even though we’re in his bedroom, a little privacy would be appreciated.

“Of course not”, I growl, glaring at him. “I don’t want to be a blood sucker.”

“Well that’s a bummer. I’m sure you would have looked badass with red eyes. It would totally fit your hair”.

“But Hanos didn’t have red eyes Massa”.

“That’s because he’s wearing contact lens. And add king the next time you’re referring to my uncle. The walls have ears you now”.

“And does have eyes”, I retort. “Not contact lens”.

“A vam