Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

me you’ll never take my choice away again.”
    “I’m going to take care of you for the rest of my life, doing whatever is necessary to ensure your safety. If that includes making decisions for you, then so be it.”
    Her lips parted. She was now a vampire, and he was still treating her like shit.
    It’s never gonna end.
    An eternity of living with this arrogant ass?
    “No, Lothaire, this bullshit stops now ! Or I’m leaving you. Do you understand me? I don’t have to be with you—and I’d rather be alone than be constantly treated like a child.”
    “Your blood is still high. This will ease in time.” He gave her an indulgent look. “I’ll forgive these rash words for now.”
    She sputtered, “ Forgive? Let’s talk about who should be forgiving who.”
    “Whom,” he corrected.
    “Shut up! I’m in the right here. Remember all those things you did to me? Threatening my family? My mother and brother? Sending my ass to prison? You never once apologized to me. You never once asked forgiveness—from me . You just commanded your pet to get over it. And only after you recognized that I was your Bride, once the lightbulb had finally flickered on in your thick head.”
    “And you told me you would get past these things!” he snapped. “You vowed it.”
    “I— lied .”
    He looked stunned, as if this possibility had never occurred to him. “Then you’ve already betrayed me!”
    “Did you think I’d just shrug off everything in the space of a couple of weeks? I couldn’t—especially when you hadn’t changed whatsoever! And all of that went on before you turned me into a blood-drinker against my will.”
    “Making you a blood-drinker should negate any offenses against you!” he yelled, shooting to his feet. “You should be even more beholden to me. I toiled for years to find that ring! I risked my life again and again—and I do not court death lightly!”
    “I never asked for this.” To be Lothaire’s “made” creature, to be his possession. “I never asked for you!”
    “You told me you accepted this thing between us, that you accepted me. I took your words for truth and trusted them. I trusted you !”
    “You lied, too,” she cried. “You told me I’d never regret this. Right now I do, with all my heart! It’s becoming crystal clear that this will never work between the two of us.”
    At that, his furious expression transformed into a cruel smirk. She despised that look. “One problem. You’ve fallen in love with me. You won’t be able to live without me.”
    He thought he had her at his mercy; she ached to hurt him as much as he continued to hurt her. “No, I haven’t fallen in love with you.”
    After last night, I have completely fallen in love with you. But as ever, she didn’t want him to know of her feelings, didn’t want to give him yet another hold over her. Besides, love didn’t conquer all. If she’d learned one thing growing up in a hardscrabble community, it was that sometimes love wasn’t enough.
    “And again, you lie to me,” he said, but she thought she saw a flash of doubt in his eyes.
    “Love or not, I’d decided to give us a chance. But you’re ruining it. You’re ruining everything with your arrogance and selfishness— everything !”
    He seemed to not even be listening to her, his mind seizing on one thing: “You do love me. It’s obvious. Even if you hadn’t told me—oh, how did you put it?—that ‘what we feel between us isn’t something that everyone experiences together.’ ”
    “Didn’t I tell you that the night I realized you were truly gonna kill me? What wouldn’t you have said in my shoes?”
    “We end this now, Elizabeth. You’re acting foolish.”
    “Of course I am the one acting foolish. Never you. Because I’m demonstrably your inferior! Isn’t that how you put it? How could I ever love someone who treats me like a dog? You expect me to have tender feelings for a man who captured me, tormented me, was secretly planning to destroy my soul. What do you think that would say about me? Would you want a woman who allowed an asshole to treat her this way?”
    “If you haven’t been falling in love with me, then what have we been doing for these three weeks?”
    “ We? I have been surviving ! And I did whatever it took.”
    In a quietly ominous voice, he said, “That’s all this was to you? A ruse?”
    “How could it be anything more? Tell me, Lothaire, I want to know. Convince me why I should love