A cold hand on my cheek made my sleep fly out of the window. My lids were heavy and my arched back was sour from the angle I was sleeping from. The side of my head was hurt after leaning on the tough book shelves. At first I thought it was Grey then when an irritating manly scent wafted my nose my eyes shot open and I sat up quickly. I was met by a cold pair of red eyes staring down at me thoughtfully.
Arthur!
I could have done something if I wasn't sitting on the dusty floor my laps loaded with books. I huffed shifting my gaze to look at the door far off. Still locked, so he sneaked in here as well ha? For what reason?
"What are you doing here?" I growled at him.
"I would ask that as well" he grinned staring at my lips. Stupid bastard, I would only kiss you in my casket!
I scrambled to my feet dragging the heavy books setting them back on the shelves. He stood there watching me and his gaze was such a discomfort to me especially when we were alone in an isolated locked silent room.
"I came to have a look in here. Reading some fascinating books" I responded dusting my hands and clothes.
"Hidden tales, ha?" he raised a brow at the sticker on the shelf.
"Well, I have no idea you got a problem with that, as far as I know you don't have the responsibility of guarding the hidden tales. And you don't even belong to this coven" I stared straight at his face.
"No one comes in here" he said.
I laughed sarcastically "Because you yourself are standing outside, aren't you?"
"I was looking for you. And the last trail of your scent was at the door. So I thought you might be in here... trouble maker"
"Congratulations you found me detective, now can you tell me why seek me to the depths of hell?" I tilted my head at him and he smirked evilly.
"To warn you, you ruined my reputation yesterday. No one yells at me like that." He warned.
"As if you are worthy a good reputation. You are so manner less Arthur... and reputation doesn't fall from the sky, you make it by what you do" I snorted
"And you are not the one to teach me how to behave. Am way smarter than a child like you" his spite was setting me in flames.
"Yeah sure, what worth am I before a mighty vampire" I began "Two centuries or more years old mighty vampire who can't keep his hands to himself. He also wants to build a reputation while he can't help but grope any ass that his eyes land on"
"You are insulting me Becky" he trembled with anger his eyes burning red.
"What do you think I was doing, ha? Applaud you for not respecting my privacy? Heh you are sick somewhere brother or maybe you got a loose nut upstairs" I said pointing at my head.
His hands that were balled into fists slammed into a nearby shelf scattering books on the other side. I stepped back ready to fight but he was trying to contain his anger.
"I will not be merciful if you dare intimidating me again, I will forget I want to bed you and rip you apart!" his voice was tight. I couldn't help smirk and clap my hands.
A warning growl trembled at the pit of my belly, I ignored it swallowing my fear.
"Bedding me... how many times have you dreamt of that so far Mr. Good reputation? A million times? And you think bedding me is an honour that you use it to instil fear in me? Come on Arthur, you can do better than being an insult"
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