Morning, evening, I didn’t really know what time it was, (there were no windows in this place), but I was awake and Dante- I’m not going to call him Prince anymore because he is no gentleman- was fast asleep beside me curved protectively around my body with his arm anchoring me to his side. I wanted to roll over like you do sometimes in bed but I didn’t was to a) wake him and b)look at his face. So I compromised and shifted my weight so I was lying on my back. Dante stirred moving with me and for one hopeful moment I thought he was going to roll over and leave me alone…but he didn’t. His arm tightened around my waist and he nuzzled his face against my neck and fell back asleep while I lay there completely rigid. This was not cool. This was so not cool. My body wanted to melt into his which I thought was perfectly naturally- he was a rally hot guy after all. But my brain was definitely registering DANGER crazy psycho vampire that is probably dreaming about munching on my neck right now. I tried to shuffle my head and neck away from his mouth but he opened one eye and looked up at me,

“Ebony, where are you going?” he asked.

“Nowhere.” I replied innocently.

“My spidey senses are telling me you’re trying to escape again.”

“I’m just trying to get into a more comfortable position where your incisors are not so close to my jugular.”

Dante smiled sleepily and gently brushed his lips over my neck sending electric butterflies across my skin in to my ribcage. My heart fluttered like mad and my brain when blank. I shouldn’t have enjoyed that. I should have been appalled and repulsed but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t. Dante’s fingertips danced across my neck and jawline and he watched my reaction with great pleasure.

“That’s the only thing I want to do to your neck.” He murmured resting his arm back across my waist and closing his eyes again.

I lay there, my heart hammering, my skin burning, and my brain in complete meltdown. Was this vampire voodoo or something- I was pretty sure mortal men of our world couldn’t do that- they were too busy playing x-box.

Dante’s lashes flutter up again,

“You’re bored.” He said flatly.

“I’m awake.” I replied.

“What can I do humour you?”

“Tell me why you brought me here?”

Dante sighed and propped himself on one elbow, “Do you really want to know, because I have this feeling that you are not going to like it.”

“Oh god, you are going to eat me.” I said.

“No much worse.”

“You are going to sacrifice me in some sort of vile sadistic vampire/satanic/occult ritual?”

“No, we did that last week.”

“Then what?” I asked perplexed.

Dante leaned forward and lowered his voice to a whisper, “Do you really want to know?”

I nodded slowly.

Dante licked his lips and glanced from side to side and said in hushed voice,

“I am going to marry you.”