XeniaWarnings sounded off in my head. From the daunting look in his eyes, the possessiveness in his tone, the way his fingers trail between my breasts and slide up to my neck to grip it slightly, it all reminds me exactly of who he is and what he’s capable of.Demetrius isn’t a regular man. He’s a vampire, powerful, strong, extremely fast. He has killed and done terrible things. He could easily overpower me before I even blinked, and that’s intimidating. Although I trust him completely and have no doubt in my mind that he would never hurt me. Still, I’m frozen in place under his touch watching helplessly as a lion is about to pounce on their prey. He wants to claim me, and something dark inside of me loves the idea.It’s obvious he’s feeling jealous and territorial over the Andreas situation. I don’t blame him. I’d feel the same way and it does bother me and those things happened between us even though he explained it wasn’t really my fault. Though I don’t remember all the details,

XeniaThe remaining vampires eye us warily after that display, spreading out to block our path. It’s weird they didn’t seem to bat an eye after their friend was just killed right in front of them. Friend is a strong word. Maybe they were just coworkers. Not all coworkers are treated equally. And if I’m being honest, there are a few in my past who I wouldn’t mind…I mentally slap myself for getting carried away. Now is not the time to get distracted by my thoughts or psychoanalyze the situation.Demetrius doesn’t waver. He remains in front of me like a shield and somehow, against the odds before us, I feel safe and protected. It’s telling they don’t just attack us on sight. That leads me to a few conclusions. Either they’ve been instructed not to. Or they know who they’re up against and are apprehensive to press us without a plan.Perhaps it is the time to psychoanalyze.Demetrius notices this too. I know, because it becomes obvious when his shoulders relax, and he rolls his neck from

Xenia“Ouch!” I catch myself before swearing realizing as of late, curse words have become a frequent part of my vocabulary.My elbow hit a hard surface. Where am I? What happened?The room is dark and small, but there’s a sliver of light flooding through a partially opened door. The last thing I remember is taking Andreas’ blood, then calling upon the odd purple power -- something I came up with for lack of a better name -- and feeling extremely satisfied watching him fly across the room uncontrollably. The look on his face was pure gold.It’s annoying he’s been blessed with such handsome features. His personality sucks. He doesn’t deserve them.And then everything went black.Oh, my God. Demetrius. Where is he!?I jump up in a panic wondering how much time has passed. I have to make sure he’s okay somehow.Why am I in this room? It’s like I was hidden, and the fact I’m clueless as to my position is a bit of an impediment to my plan of finding Demetrius. It doesn’t stop me

XeniaDemetrius kneels over Andreas, asserting his authority, gripping the hilt of the blade that’s protruding from his chest tightly in his fingers until they turn pale.“Didn’t I say I would be the one to end you?” His question lingers causing my thoughts to wander. War begins to rage in my mind. Uncertainties cloud my judgment.Vampire laws are different than my own. Tiberius is here, Yuno and Hendrix too, as well as many others that are unknown. Lucius, the king, and Andreas’ father is also among those present. The authority and power he exudes is intimidating, yet he stands there silently even though his body language says he’s not on board with what’s about to happen. Will no one intervene? The situation makes me uneasy. It almost seems wrong.Then what is the right thing? And right for whom? The line between right and wrong can be thin. It’s not always so clear. Sometimes it’s subjective…I understand Demetrius’ point. It’s just…Then something comes over me. A divine interve

XeniaHis cool body somehow provides me comfort and warmth as he tugs me closer. Being in his arms draws away all my uncertainties and fears.The room is dark and moody. Lit candles dance in the space and there’s a heavenly scent flowing around us. We’re laying on the softest couch I’ve ever felt. It must be made of clouds. Any snack you could think of has been provided, and a TV the size of a wall displays a movie that normally would have my attention, if my mind wasn’t so preoccupied by the gorgeous man beside me.Both my stomach and heart are completely full.Thinking about us has my emotions all over the place. My hand goes under his shirt instinctually, searching for that skin-to-skin contact. He shifts beside me under my touch, and I wonder if he feels the same about me.But I know he does. He tells me often. Not only with words, but body language and actions.No longer do I compare my past relationships with him, because he’s ridden me of all my uncertainties and qual