LaCroix walked around me, his hand sliding over my hip as he came to stand behind me. I bit back a shudder of revulsion. I wasn't sure what, if anything, I had done to make this man think I had some sort of attraction to him, but Beckett had warned me that he wouldn't take rejection well, and to simply play his game until I could get the hell out of dodge.
"Grout is the Malkavian primogen. His behavior and home are... eccentric, to say the least," he said. "He's developed a paranoid bent lately, so you may have to check under every bed in the place for him."
"Sounds like fun," I said, sarcastically.
"Hmmm, indeed," he replied, brushing his nose along the side of my neck. "Oh, and to show my appreciation for your dedicated service to me, I have secured you a haven nearby - in the Skyeline apartment building. I hope it's to your… liking."
"I'm sure it is perfect considering my prince procured it for me," I said, hoping that stroking his ego would satisfy him. He hummed in pleasure at my comment and lightly kissed my bare shoulder.
"An eloquent choice of words, kindred," he said.
"Is it wise to keep the primogen waiting?" I asked, softly. I fought down the urge to squirm as his hand came to rest on my stomach.
"No," he sighed. "It is not." He stepped away from me, motioning for me to go. I walked out at a lax pace, until the doors closed behind me. I then broke out into a run, wanting to return to my haven and scrub my skin with a pumas stone.
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