The look on Rayna's face had been worth those poisoned words I've spat at Angelo.
The way her jaw tightened, how her knuckles whitened around her gun. Oh, she hated it. Hated that no matter what she'll do, there would always be history between her husband and I. Hated that, even bound, I could still draw blood with nothing but my tongue.
Sure, it hurt me to do that, but she hurt me more. Not just by taking me away from my husband, but for being the reason that they now have all this ammunition against us.
Angelo didn't shove me. No, he would've been too careful for that. But the weight of suspicion pressed harder than anything at my back.
He led me to the dining room. The long oak table, empty, since vampires don't eat. Dining rooms were used more for meetings and decorations, rather than to eat. Soldiers lingered around us, making the space feel more cramped than it already is, their eyes hungry for weaknesses.
