Dominic wasted no time. He grabbed the weakened Trisha and tossed her over his shoulder, leaning in and smelling her neck as he did so. "I'm so happy you know what we are now," he whispered. "I've wanted to sink my fangs into you from the moment I met you.""I'm not your plaything," Trisha would have smacked him if she had the energy."You're not a toy," Dominic agreed with a nod. "But I know I'll be able to keep you as my personal supply for as long as I want.""That's bold of you, Dominic," Madam Westworth scolded as she opened the door. "We have not yet decided the fate this one should endure. A personal blood bag for you does not seem fair to the rest of us."Dominic shrugged not the least bit put off from the scolding. "Lucky for you, I plan to share.""I am firmly of the belief that Liliana is making a grave mistake," Madam Westworth observed. "She has decided you will keep your life. For your deceit and your continued defiance, I think you s
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