He heard the smile in her voice, but it didn't matter.
She was right, this time. He was mad. He was very fucking mad. Crazy fucking furious mad. And he would hold onto that rage, and let it gobble up every emotional connection he once had with fucking Jake McCloud. He would let it eat his love, he would let it consume him and burn his love until it was ash inside of him.
Once again, he'd submitted himself to the wrong vampire. That was his fault. He'd been stupid to make a display of his love and respect and worship. Never again. He'd already made that promise to himself and broken it. This was why he was in chains. He'd forgotten that it was a fucking curse to put his lips around another man's cock.
He moved down the stairs, his bare feet feeling every step, his emotions growing as cold as the frigid air that came up to greet him.
