BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 428: A Breath Of Freedom

Chapter 428: A Breath Of Freedom

EMMA

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"Nothing can replace that ring, it is important to me"

Seems like I struck a nerve when I said that and it was nothing but the truth. That ring is important because of Luther’s blood made with the gem, it’s the only thing that keeps my bloodlust at bay, I have never been without it for five years and now this happened and I don’t know what my bloodlust will be like.

And this was a very convenient time for Dace to be here, to torment me more no doubt and I will enjoy pushing his every button.

Dace pulled one of the dressers open and flipped a shade to me, which I caught clumsily. Then he grabbed my wrist and forcibly dragged me with him. I kept cursing at him at every chance, I was ignorant of where we were going and just focused on taking his grip off me.

"You’re hurting me!" I snapped before using every strength I could muster to yank my hand away from his hold or maybe he just conveniently released his hold.

Asshole.

I frown rubbing my wrist, watching as he punches in a password or something and the roller door lifts reviewing the garage.

"Does everything have to be in passwords?"

I rolled my eyes when he ignored me again and we both stepped in. The lights came up. I shouldn’t be surprised by the number of cars Dace owned but having a first glimpse caused me to be in awe. Does he really drive all these all by himself? Define filthy rich tenfold.

"Fuck" I couldn’t stop my astonishment. Dace just casually walked to a Corvette and opened the door.

"Get in"

Always so commanding. I wanted to fight but I chose not to mostly because I couldn’t pass out a drive in a nice car. I climbed in and he slammed the door shut, rounding the car and getting in himself.

"Put your shades on and seatbelt"

My heart skipped a beat, and with a smile catching my lip, I did as I was told.

"Dare I ask why you’re smiling? I was expecting a comeback" he shook his head pressing the button to start the car.

"Old habits die hard" I mumbled to myself but I knew he heard me, He said nothing else and drove out of the garage.

The fresh breeze, and the fast movement of the trees, it feels... different and also comforting, with getting cooed up in that mansion I think this isn’t a bad idea.

I stretched my hand out of the window allowing the wind to caress it, I danced my hand along with it, smiling to myself at the fresh breath of freedom and for a moment it was just me and the wind.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"You need more clothes"

I really do because most of the clothes kept upon my arrival either fit or not and I had to wear some more than once.

"And why are you going through all the trouble to take me shopping?" I finally faced him. He looked relaxed even though he was speeding with every gear like he owns the damn road.

Keeping his eyes ahead he answered me. "Just feeling generous"

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, there must be something up his sleeves but I don’t know what.

"You really intend on keeping me trapped in your mansion don’t you?" I nod. "You can just kill me and spare yourself the trouble"

Silence followed for the rest of the ride, and the more we drove the more we came by some familiar places. Juneau hasn’t changed much and seeing all this now was enough to keep a smile plastered on my lip all through the ride.

We came to stop at a mall and just as he said he bought me clothes, he just stood at a corner as I picked whatever I wanted. I enjoyed the silence and the little distance, I just picked whatever just to get this done with but at the same time I didn’t want to go back to the mansion just yet, I wanted more of this freedom.

With Dace following behind I walked into a bookstore, I was hoping to hear something or maybe dragging me back to the car that we were done but nothing at all, so I happily helped myself to some books, it’s been a while since I read some and it was one of the things that gave me ease.

Throughout our shopping I noticed something too... every human passing by not one craving or the appeal to attack, I was just as normal as I expected. But the itching sensation around my throat remained. I was blood hungry but not hungry for any blood here, I expected such because of my addiction to Luther’s blood but each time Dace stood close to me enough to get a whiff of his scent I found myself salivating.

There is no way I crave his blood. Right?

"How long will you keep buying books?"

I gasped hearing his deep voice close to my ear from behind, trapping me with his large frame.

"The bill is on you right?" I mumbled trying to ignore the heat of his body enclosing my cold skin.

"You need a library for all these books"

"Library or not I love my books"

He made a hmm sound only and made no attempt to move away, I just tried to focus on the book I was observing from the shelf.

"How’s your bloodlust?"

I gulped. "Trying hard to keep at bay, I don’t want to make the news line of a girl who goes on a blood frenzy"

He chuckled and my body vibrated along with it because of his chest pressing against my shoulder.

"You don’t seem to be trying hard earlier, in a Mall full of humans you should have panicked but you didn’t, you didn’t even flinch"

Was he observing me all this time?

"But right now, your heartbeat has spiked and you’re breathing heavily through your nose" he grabbed my neck and yanked it backwards so that I rested my head on his chest to meet his gaze.

"Are you craving my blood, baby girl?"