Page 46 of Accidental Blood Lust
Jareth looks away, and when I try to sit up, my head feels like it’s going to pop off my shoulders, so I groan and lie back down.
“Rest,” Jareth says. “Everyone is fine.”
“Oh, come on, Jare. I’m hungover, not dumb. I messed up with you because I thought it would make us stronger. I knew you didn’t like vampires but I didn’t think it was this bad.”
Jareth rubs his forehead, glaring at Roman. “You didn’t tell him?”
“Of course not.”
“Wait, you know?” I turn my head to Roman. “You know why he reacted this way?”
“We’ve been friends for years, Loch.”
Jareth scoffs. “Friends.”
“We are,” Roman says, touching Jareth’s forearm.
I squeeze my eyes closed as their scents mingle, creating some new and dynamic fragrance that stirs my inner beast to the surface. My dick decides to take this very inopportune momentto swell. My body’s reaction makes me lightheaded and I swoon slightly.
“Rest,” Roman says, gently pushing me down. His eyes gleam yellow and fur ripples across his arms.
“Roman?” I ask.
“You haven’t told him.” Jareth lets out a humorless laugh. “He doesn’t even know.”
“No,” Roman growls.
“Tell me what?”
“Tell him what, Roman?” Jareth says, his eyes challenging.
“Are you guys mad at each other?”
They both look at me. Jareth looks ready to tear the room apart, Roman looks sad, and I want both of them in my arms to comfort them.
“Did I do something to upset you both?”
“No,” Roman says.
“Yes,” Jareth says. “Obviously.”
“You could’ve told me, you know. You could have told me why you hate vampires so much.”
“Well excuse me for not wanting to relive my trauma. I didn’t know you would go and do something so outrageous.”
“You told Roman! And Istilldon’t know. I know it’s bad, obviously, but I’m still in the dark, like always.”
“Yes, Roman knows! He was—” He snaps his mouth closed. “I don’t have to justify this. Of course, I wish I’d told you, knowing what I do now, but I didn’t so it doesn’t fucking matter anymore.” He backs away. “I’m gonna go now that you’re okay.”
“Noooo,” I whine. “Please, Jareth. Please stay.”
“Why?” He practically shouts it, and I flinch as his voice echoes through the room. “You have Roman here to take care of you. You don’t need me.”
“I do. I need you and Iwantyou.” I force myself upright in spite of my throbbing head. “Dammit, Jare, I did all of this for you.”
“Lucky me,” he spits, crossing his arms and turning his back to me.
I look at Roman for help, but he’s staring down at his hands, clearly avoiding the situation. “I can leave and give you two time to talk.”
