Zed's Dishonest Mate by Sydney Lain

Author:Sydney Lain [Lain, Sydney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Erotica, Romance
ISBN: 9781627412223
Google: 2GwRAwAAQBAJ
Publisher: Siren-BookStrand
Published: 2014-02-11T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Luka moved to the side of the bed. He stretched his arms out as his legs dangled over the edge. He looked down at his feet which hung inches from the floor and wiggled his toes. Maybe Zed would buy him a stepstool. He’d ask nicely, but no one ever bought him anything. Asking might be perceived as a complaint. Zed showed little tolerance to extras. A stool was as unessential as color in a room. He shook his head and decided to suck it up. No need to ask for trouble.

A few days ago, he might have demanded a stool to see his mate’s reaction, but he was going to play nice. Zed was his mate and he took care of him. Luka was beginning to trust that Zed wouldn’t physically hurt him. Emotionally and mentally was different. That type of trust would take time.

He looked behind him, narrowing his eyes to see into the dark corners. Zed had a way of spying on him, approaching quietly and watching from the shadows. It was strangely comforting to know that if he called out someone would come and perhaps even come before asking, another thing that had never happened.

Slowly, he lowered his legs down, putting more pressure on the good leg than the bad leg. The doctor ordered him to stay off of his bad knee, but enough was enough. He was bored out of his mind. Besides, that was a week ago and after Zed’s tender bites he felt a lot better.

That was another new thing, feeling like someone cared. Zed brought him food, helped him bathe, and wrapped him in heavy blankets. He was being treated like a fragile piece of glass that had to be cared for. The first few days he had needed it, craved it. The raw emotion forced through all of his blocks, pushing out. One minute he was a rabid dog trying to bite heads off and the next minute a kitten purring for attention. Now, he was ready to be a person.

The vampire had showed an extreme amount of patience, meeting every verbal attack with a gentleness that surprised him. Zed took care of everything, and followed the doctor’s orders by forcing him to stay off the leg.

He rarely left his side. Luka looked around the room, making sure he didn’t miss Zed teleporting back into the bedroom. No one was watching.

He put pressure on both legs, and stood. The muscles in his thighs were stiff like cold taffy from a week of nonuse, but the stinging pain that kept his knee from bending was completely gone.

He crept toward the door on shaky legs. The wall supported him as he made his way down the hall. A white dining room with a black tablecloth reminded him that he lived in a black-and-white world. He dropped into a chair. The kitchen cabinets, a pure white with black handles, looked new or maybe just unused. Vampires had no reason to cook. They drank blood which required a refrigerator for storage, not a fully equipped cooking space.

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