BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 397: Disparage

Chapter 397: Disparage

EMMA

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I lost it, I let my anger get to me, or maybe because it was the fact I have been kept inside this place with nothing but his scent to torment me to the point of no return. Every inch of this place smelled like him, the lingering expensive cologne, the fresh earthly scent like the wild, mixed with ground and river. It was mouth-watering and I’m losing my mind.

Tiger didn’t help either... because the moment he told me about the meeting he sneaked up to... about the Pride Council... and his engagement. Something snapped inside of me and before I could realize my own actions I was already thrashing his place to my heart’s content.

Why am I getting worked up? Isabella did mention she was his fiancee already but the thought of actually being ’his’ made me see red. I kept telling myself I had let that part of me go, the very Emma Adams who was insanely infatuated with Dace Devereaux, my first love, my first everything, a past that died with me the day I drew my last breath.

But no... it took what Tiger told me to go ballistic, I refuse to cry, crying is for the weak and I don’t want to be weak, I’m not weak!

So I trigger all my pent-up emotions by destroying everything in sight. And maybe it wasn’t a good idea because there he was... standing at the door like he would strangle the life out of me, the amount of bloodlust reeking off him was enough to make my legs turn jellies.

But I’m strong, I have held out for days in this mansion, and I can basically handle him. And so help me god my resolve was almost turned to dust when I set my eyes on a half-naked Dace. He was like an entirely different man, what I had come to know years ago seemed like a glimpse of his massive physique, his muscles were lean but yet large enough to give that definition of a big man, his broad chest, covered in sweat that I want to lick off myself, the taunting of his muscles, his abs.

I noticed black ink on his skin and it made me wonder if he had a tattoo, it was spots of something looking like a black outline crawling from his shoulder down to his neck. I imagined whether it was a tattoo or a marking covering his entire back, I was tempted to know, tempted to know about this man before me, as if I hadn’t spent my entire life knowing him.

He’s a different person and the NEED to know him overwhelmed me.

I can’t breathe with him in my space especially when he calls me ’Baby’. I teased him and his tease right back was like a blow to my face because it got invading memories creeping in and suddenly I wanted to break, but I won’t let him break me.

I pulled the little knife I hid and brought it to his throat as he closed in on me. At first, there was a look of surprise in his eyes but quickly covered up by his stone-cold expression.

"I will be a good girl and stay... but not here... not in this suite" Not with your scent ruining every inch of me, I can’t take it. The strong need to drive this knife into his throat was heavily great.

Do I really want to hurt him?

The corner of his lip twitched but the smile never broke free from his lips, he leaned further until his skin pressed against the blade. My muscles tense, my heartbeat quickened but I don’t lower my knife.

I don’t want to hurt him.

"Feisty" he taunts and the madness in his eyes spurted and weighed heavily on my uncertainty. "What would you do with that little knife? Slit my throat? Then run? You can but you won’t get far"

"I will take my chances"

He ran his tongue on his dry lip, and I hated as my eyes leveled at that action, those kissable lips of his. He leaned and I gulped as the knife dug into his skin and blood followed. The scent of it hit me like a hurricane, on the verge of making me roll my eyes at the back of my head just from the euphoria feeling consuming me.

I only craved Luther’s blood.

That was the side effect of him bringing me back to life, only his blood appeals to me but right now I doubt that theory, because never in my life as a vampire have I felt such hunger to the point my fangs threatened to fall.

I need to get away from him.

This is not right.

I instantly redrew the knife, discarded it somewhere, and forced my eyes back to him. He watched me saying nothing, almost like he was gauging my reaction. He’s trying to read me to see what’s inside my head but I won’t let him.

"Let me go" my voice was a whisper as I swallowed a lump in my throat only for it to come back and choke me, my throat was dry, so dry it felt like sandpaper.

I can’t breathe.

I looked to the side, forcing my eyes close, with a sharp intake of breath. The feeling of hotness gripped my chin and I was forced to face him back.

"Does my blood appeal to you?"

"No" I deadpanned, leveling my gaze and mentally thanking God the small wound was already healed. "It disgusts me" I add pinning him with my gaze making sure I screw my face in revulsion.

I noticed his grip on my chin tightened and I chewed inside of my mouth to keep from any sound. His hand moved and it was like fire to my skin, like the very kiss of flames. A moan at the back of my throat was forming, but I bit my lips hard until I tasted my blood.