"The answer to this is simple," said The Lord. "I will feed you. Not like I haven't already done it."
He was casually propped up against the headboard relaxing in the bed they had shared last night. He was so easy on the eyes that it was almost impossible for Rose not to stare at him when he was so serene like this. His hair was ruffled, and he was not in a suit or formal attire. It was just him bared to her, which only she could see in the privacy of this room. He was like her own personal prize.
Recovering from her daydream, Rose shook her head at Christopher.
"No, I can't allow that. You are not some meal or piece of meat for me to dine on. It is difficult to see the marks my fangs leave on your perfect skin. Knowing that I have inflicted pain on you so I can feed." Rose explained with a furrowed brow. A look of deep thought spread across her face.
