“Either,” I snarled, snapping the bone once more.
The Revenant’s howl ended in a disturbing, raspy laugh as I repeated the process on the other arm. “You do realize you’re not harming me, right?” he said.
“I do.”
“Vicious,” he hissed, blood leaking from his mouth and running down his chin. “You used to be so sweet, like sugar dipped in honey.”
Well, now I knew I wasn’tanythinglike Sotoria because no one would ever describe me like that.
“Your blood tasted like it, too.” My stomach churned. “It changed a little each time. Less sweet. More sweet. This time…” The Revenant drew his lower lip between his teeth. “It tastes like…honeydew.”
No.
Bile clogged my throat.
He did not say that.
“But sweeter,” he whispered.
“You’re not good with adjectives, are you?”
“And you’re not good at knowing when not to speak,” he countered. “Are you?”
Lifting a hand, I extended my middle finger.
The aura in his eyes flashed an intense crimson. “I see you’ve forgotten what happens when you show me disrespect.”
“Want to know what I think of that?” I lifted my other hand and extended that middle finger, too.
He stared at me for several long moments. “Want to know when I first tasted your blood?”
“Couldn’t care less.”
“I’m talking about in this lifetime,” he went on. “And I’m not talking about the very first time I tasted your blood. That was before you could even stand on your own.”
Before I could…
For fuck’s sake.
I couldn’t process that revolting statement—didn’t even want to try. “I’m not interested in this walk down nightmare lane.”
“Oh, but I am very interested in taking that walk, Sotoria.”
My hands fisted at my sides. “Do not call me that.”
“I’m talking about the first time Teerman had his fangs in your skin,” he said, his voice dropping along with my stomach. “I have to wonder how you never knew.”
“I don’t,” I lied. “Did you—?”
“He wasn’t supposed to do that, but I spent so much time inside him.” He tipped the Revenant’s head back against the bark. “Your blood was to be drawn and vialed. You were not to be fed upon. But he inherited some of my…” His head lowered. “Desires.”
I was going to vomit.
In his face.
“I didn’t expect that to happen,” he cut in. “He managed to control himself until you first bloomed.”
“Answer my—” Wait. First bloomed? He couldn’t seriously mean what I think he did.
