Chapter 481: Worst Choice Ever

If I was so adamant and sure of my plan-yeah, right-why did the idea of a little outside assistance from Ameline keep cropping up in my over-stressed brain?

Demetrius was pretty set on his opinions about her. "No, can't, worse than Batsheva, worse than Belaisle." He shuddered when he spoke the sorcerer's name. I didn't blame him, really. Liander Belaisle was about as smarmy and arrogant as they came, with serious dominance issues, if our brief encounter in his custody was an experience to judge from. "Ameline, she is hate."

And while I occasionally danced with the devil, I took his warning to heart.

Okay then. No Ameline.

"Is there a way to remove the powder from my system?" I sat so I'd be more on eye level with the man, still hunkered down near the floor.

"Yes, yes, yes," he said. "But you won't be happy. No, no, no."

Lovely. "Spill it."

He flinched, a whine escaping before he bobbed his head, silver curls swaying. "All of your blood has to leave you."

Well, the vampires woul