Zevran.
"You promised me…" her soft voice rang out, echoing throughout the now ethereally quiet room. "You and your brothers promised to mark me in order to help me get better and to…"
"I know what I said, Leilani," I spat, my voice sounding too cold, "…and I still want to help you. But not like this. You're not in the right frame of mind. You're drunk and—"
"You think I'd invite you to my bed because I am drunk?" She hissed under her breath. Then sitting up, she added; "I am not that drunk."
But even those coldly said words were not enough to convince me. Not even her icy purple eyes that now glared at me with open hostility could soften my resolve.
Yes, maybe she was not that drunk but what about me? What about this heady feeling creeping up my head, threatening to rid me of any sane thought?
