“Jam and butter on toast… you never get tired of it,” he noted, as I took a bite of my favorite breakfast.
“The same way you never seem to get tired of that.” I eyed his glass of blood pointedly. “You should try my breakfast. It tastes really good.”
Before he could stop me, I forcefully shoved a piece of my sandwich inside his mouth. Derek sat frozen in his seat, his bright blue eyes staring in shock at me, the toast beginning to get soggy inside his gaping mouth. He looked like he was about to spontaneously combust.
“You chew and then you swallow, Derek. Have you forgotten how to eat?”
I squinted an eye teasingly at him before finally doubling over with laughter. I found myself wondering about what things I could get away with doing to him. He reached across the table for my plate and spat out the toast all over my half-finished sandwich.
“Derek, ewww!” I screamed, staring at my soiled breakfast. “What did you do that for?”
“It was either that or I make you taste my breakfast.” He lifted his glass of blood midair and raised a brow at me.
I wrinkled my nose and scowled. “No thanks.”
A smug smile formed on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought so.”
“Now you have to make me a new plate of breakfast.” I pushed my plate toward him.#p#分页标题#e#
“What’s wrong with that one?”
“Your spit’s all over it.”
“Eating it would just be like kissing me.”
“That’s gross.”
“Serves you right.” He grinned. “And for the record, I don’t find you complaining that it’s disgusting whenever I kiss you.”
“Oh yeah?” I raised a brow in challenge. “Well, I just might find the idea of kissing you gross until you make me breakfast.” I winked at him.
He rolled his eyes and took my plate from the table. I smiled at him in triumph.
“The things I do for you,” he muttered under his breath.
He quickly went about making me breakfast, knowing exactly how I wanted it considering how many times he had watched me prepare the same meal. He then offered the newly made sandwich to me, but not before kissing me full on the mouth as he laid the plate on top of the table.
The things he does that leave me breathless… I thought as our lips parted. I was barely able to gather my wits about me before I saw anxiety register in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Someone just came in…” He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, where sure enough, the front door had been left open. He took my hand and sped toward his bedroom.
A man with the same bright blue eyes as Derek’s stood by the bed, his graying hair and facial features clearly indicating that he was related to Derek, so I wasn’t all that surprised when Derek addressed him with, “Father?”
Chapter 51: Derek
My first instinct upon seeing Gregor Novak standing in the middle of my bedroom was to protect Sofia and I wasn’t even sure why. He was my father. Why would I need to protect her from him?
Still, my gut clenched when his eyes brushed past me and settled on her.
“Is this her? The beauty everyone’s been harping about? The one who made you turn against your own brother? The one your sister gave up her life to bring back to you?”
He eyed Sofia as if she was the most despicable thing he’d ever laid eyes on. “She isn’t much to look at. Attractive, yes, but she isn’t exactly above and beyond all the other lovelies you’ve had in your bed, so what is it exactly with her that makes you willing to turn the world upside down just so you can have her?”
I gently held Sofia and pushed her behind me in an attempt to shield her from my own father. Her hands clasped mine as I faced off with him.
“What are you doing back here?”
“Vivienne’s been caught by the hunters. Lucas has gone off to join the Maslens, and I hear alarming news that you’re putting my kingdom to ruin for the sake of indulging the whims of a human wench.”
I could easily take your kingdom away from you and you know it. I held my tongue and tried to get the information I wanted from him.
“What do you mean Lucas joined the Maslens?”
“Borys Maslen and his baby vampire, Ingrid, have managed to convince him to join their coven, something he willingly embraced after you had him hunted down for her.”
“He had it coming. I warned him not to lay a hand on her.”
“Borys and Ingrid Maslen…” Sofia muttered from behind me, sparking both my interest and my father’s, our eyes turning toward her.
“You’ve heard of them?” I asked.
“One of Vivienne’s memories has been recurring recently. It’s the day Borys Maslen visited the island. Borys gave her a necklace with a ruby pendant. It drove her mad. I don’t fully understand why… Their names… especially Borys’… they are oddly familiar to me.”