Crouching Vampire, Hidden Fang(25)

 

My brain had a hard time dealing with the astonishing things he was saying to me.

 

I glanced at Kristoff. He watched me with eyes that were several shades paler than normal. “It is no use to deny the charges,” Kristoff told me. “I have done so for two weeks, but they will not listen.”

 

“They think I was having an affair with Alec,” I said, unable to get past that point. “They think that even after we found out I was your Beloved, I’d continue on with Alec.”

 

Kristoff just looked at me. Horror crawled up my skin as I realized the truth. “You think so, too.”

 

“You’ve made it clear that you prefer him to me,” he said softly.

 

I opened my mouth to protest that I might be many things, but I was not the sort of woman who would have two lovers at the same time. Before I could, however, Christian stopped me.

 

“You deny all the charges, then?” he asked mildly, making a note on a piece of paper.

 

I looked from him to the faces of the others in the room. Allie looked sympathetic. The vampires regarded us with expressions ranging from Christian’s apparent mild indifference to Sebastian’s outright hostility, Rowan’s uneasiness at meeting my eye, and Andreas’s stony countenance that gave nothing away.

 

My eyes moved to Kristoff, sitting so still next to me, obviously having gone through great personal torment in the last few months, and just as obviously too pigheaded and stubborn to bother asking me for help.

 

Anger boiled up inside me, anger at the stupidity of men, anger at the vampires who were either gullible or fools, and anger at myself for trying to hide away for the last two months. I’d wanted to give Kristoff the space he needed to come to grips with our situation, but all I’d done was leave him believing I was coldly indifferent to him.

 

Well, that time was over. “I most certainly do deny them!” I said, getting to my feet, slamming my hand down on the table to emphasize my outrage. “I don’t know what this proof is that you claim you have showing we’ve done anything wrong, but I can assure you that I will not sit here and let you railroad me! Kristoff might be content playing at being a martyr, but I’m sure as hell not!”

 

“I am not playing at being a martyr,” Kristoff objected, leaping up to glare at me.

 

“No? What do you call letting yourself starve nearly to death, huh?”

 

His jaw worked for a moment. “I told you-once we were Joined, if I took any of your blood, we would be bound together for the rest of our lives.”

 

“And that’s so awful you just couldn’t stand the thought of it?”

 

“The matter really isn’t-” Christian started to say.

 

“No!” Kristoff shouted back at me. “I was thinking of you, dammit! You wanted Alec.”

 

“Oh, really?” I took a step closer to him until we were almost touching. “What about you?” I asked, poking him in the chest.

 

“If we could please stick to the point at hand,” Christian said.

 

We both ignored him. Kristoff grabbed my fingers as they poked him again. “What about me?”

 

“You’re the one so madly in love with your dead girlfriend that you can barely stand to be around me. Oh, yes, the incredibly hot sex is fine and well to take the edge off now and again, but when it comes to a little thing like being grateful to me for saving your soul, not to mention your life, then it’s a whole other story, isn’t it?”

 

“I don’t know about anyone else, but I, for one, don’t underestimate the value of incredibly hot sex,” Allie said mildly.

 

“You’re not helping,” Christian growled.

 

Kristoff’s eyes all but spit blue sparks at me. “You told me you disliked me.”

 

“You told me you wanted to kill me!” I countered.

 

“You made it very obvious it was Alec’s attentions you wanted.”

 

“That is so patently false!” I said, outraged and incredibly aroused at the same time. I just wanted to grab his head and kiss the breath right out of him.

 

Christian took another stab at regaining control. “Your relationship questions aside-”

 

“You let him touch you, right there in front of me!” Kristoff yelled, his hands gesturing wildly as he spoke. His Italian accent became more pronounced, which for some reason just aroused me all that much more.

 

“I what ?” I asked, momentarily taken aback by his accusation.

 

Silence followed. Everyone in the room turned a speculative eye on me.

 

“Well, now,” Allie said. “That’s rather interesting.”