"If I got that necklace off you, I could make you anything I want. I could enchant your mind, reform it, make you susceptible to my every command. And there would be nothing you could do to stop it."
Such a thought is almost as repulsive as the vampire who swoons in front of me, enough to make my skin tingle with unease and my head flame with an unrestricted rage.
So angrily I turn away, not giving him the satisfaction of an answer.
As if I was ever going to take off my necklace for him. As if I am ever going to become his wife. I am never going to so much as touch a foul creature as himself, the thought is too revolting to even sustain.
So I flash him the finger and turn swiftly from his sight, content not to waste another second letting him dote with his fantasies of world domination and sexual prowess.
