BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 516: What Happened Last Night?

Chapter 516: What Happened Last Night?

EMMA

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"What the fuck happened last night?"

Dace’s blunt question caused me to waver. Last night? Even I was having trouble recalling. It went as far as any party should go right? Well, I did get drunk to the point I let Tessa take me back to the dorm, not my best decision I know. Judging from Dace’s unhinged look I had a feeling Samuel told him all about it because he had him stalking me.

So he magically appeared back into my life because of a party? After a year of neglect, he returns because I had... fun?!

"What about last night?" I folded my arms, putting up a brave face. He knows everything so why question me? Dace only stared at me intensely waiting as if I would eventually give him the answer he needed but he thought wrong. I’m not dancing to his tune.

"I went to a party, that’s what students do... party" I added stress to the word party to get a rise out of him.

His golden hazels became a darker shade almost drained of all colors, at first I was frightened but on the other hand, I was tempted to see what he would do next, tempted to see how deep I could push his buttons to no end, at least I get revenge for his negligent behavior for the past year.

No bad Emma. bad!

"I guess Samuel should have given you whatever info you need" I rode on. "You know because you had him stalking me"

Finally, he moved, running a hand through his hair, the soft strands bouncing. I gulped, admiring as his polo constricted at the action. His head tilted backward allowing me a thirsty view of his Adam’s apple, moving in sync as he swallowed.

I’m supposed to be hot in anger and now it seems like I’m hot for something else.

I inhaled when he caged me once again, a hand above my head but he kept a good distance, calculated and deliberate. But this close was enough to feel his body heat, slowly merging with mine and causing an intoxicating mixture. A familiar feeling found me, it had been a year and I was beginning to think my vampire side had gone dominant, but right now my throat felt scratchy.

I haven’t had even a push of thirst ever since the death of Luther. I thought it might have been the reason because the vampire who sired me was no more as well as the thirst, but I was wrong. Dace being here has triggered it. Now’s not the time to crave his blood, be angry!

"I’ll not ask again" he sounded surprisingly calm but his wild eyes told a different story. He’s holding back for many reasons I can’t explain.

Hot anger rose from my chest and my cheeks flushed. What the heck is wrong with him? Why come back into my life and ask questions? I don’t need stupid questions about what happened last night.

"Again, it was a party"

"And you remember what happened in most of it?"

I flinched at his words. "Many things happen at parties"

"I suggest you think the next word that comes out of your mouth"

Is that a threat? The dark look in his eyes told me he was damn serious about it. But I’m serious too.

"What are you going to do? Force it out of me?" I demanded sassily, my voice was braver than I felt. I glare hard, eager to maintain eye contact.

This isn’t one of my best decisions but I’m willing to see just how far he would tick and yet much to my surprise his lips curled into a dark smile, amusement dancing in his eyes, however, viewing it from Dace’s golden hazels, it looked crazed. It was almost like I had invited the devil to come and play in the most twisted way possible.

"If that’s what it takes," he said in a low tone, soft yet there was a tingle that caused my knees to rub together. I need to keep myself in check and not get all hot and bothered.

Much to my wise words in my head I acted against them. "You won’t try anything, not here" I reminded him, hoping to set some ground and make some sense.

The corner of his lips twitched and I’m convinced he wanted to break in a mockery of amusement but didn’t know how to. Do I sound funny? Or does he think I don’t know what he’s capable of?

"Your intimidation won’t work on me and—"

"Who said anything about intimidation" his eyes gleamed with something dangerous and possessive. In a heartbeat, he leaned closer, so close our lips almost touched.

"I’m this close to losing my patience and when I do," he whispered, his voice like dark honey, unleashing a trigger of things I did not want to feel but I can’t help it... being this close to him and yet he kept his hands to himself. The Dace I knew wouldn’t hesitate to take the opportunity to touch me.

"You’ll be the one begging for mercy when I get my hands on you, every single fucking individual will hear you beg and just when they get close..." he leaned, his lips just barely grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. His next words caused chills to grip me. "...They will find you spread out on that table completely ruined and, when they do? I’ll pluck their eyes out for seeing you in such a compromising position" his venomous words had a mix of possessiveness that shook me to the core.

My heartbeat quickened, racing as I felt the pull of his words. I didn’t know if I should feel aroused by his promise to make me beg or terrified that he intended to commit murder too.

I opened my mouth to speak but he stopped me, a deep warning in his eyes, and the emptiness in them kept my lips apart with no words to spare.

"Careful," he warned softly, his voice a low growl. "Think carefully about the next words to say to me or I’ll take the answer myself"