Chapter 20: An Unpleasant Drink

MILO'S POV

Her room is something out of an interior designer’s wet dream. It’s dark, all lavishly polished wood tones and navy colored satin. It’s both soft and hard at the same time, with the wood paneled walls meeting at sharp angles and the bedding laying feather light over the lifted mattress. It all comes together to create an environment that is hazy in such dim lighting and yet somehow incredibly sensual.

That’s the last thing I should be thinking about. Yet, every inch of this space has been touched by her, feels like her. I tried to convince myself that I didn’t want her after she bit me. It was a d*mn lie, and I know it. I want her so much it hurts.

“You did very well in there,” she tells me, her voice pitched so low I have a hard time making it out.

Living with other predators with enhanced senses must mean that here, she can’t talk at a volume that would suit my human ears.