Warborn

I stepped into the kitchen with my sleeves already pulled up, ready to dig in to another day's work. I decided I would eat and speak again, but I couldn't stop cleaning. It kept my mind off of everything.

"Audra," Hanna stopped me from walking any further, "you're not working today."

My eyes bent and I watched her warily, "What are you talking about?"

"Ethan instructed me to accompany you downtown today."

My confusion grew further, "For what?" I was startled, to say the least, that he was giving me the chance to leave the house.

"He's given me a credit card and asked me to tell you to that there is no limit." She looked at me with a small smile, a sparkle in her eyes. What was going on here?

"What does he expect me to buy?" I pulled my sleeves back down and hid my hands inside them.

"Well, a new wardrobe," she replied sheepishly, obviously afraid of an outburst. I didn't disappoint.

"What, my clothes aren't good enough? These aren't the clothes of a servant?" I pulled at the long sleeved shirt I was wearing, noting its new brownish color. "I'm sorry, Hanna, I'm not angry with you, but Ethan," I balled my hands into fists and growled, "Ugh! Where is he?"

Her eyes immediately widened and her hands rose in front of her, "I don't know, Audra, I don't think you should disturb him."

"To hell I won't!" I huffed, spinning on my heel and shoving both doors open. It didn't take me long to find Ethan, sitting calmly on a sofa with his hands folded neatly behind his head. His face was solemn, giving him a statuesque beauty only rivaled by ancient works of art.

"What are you yelling about?" He mused, a microscopic smirk dancing on his lips. "I could hear you all the way in here."

"What's wrong with my clothes?" I demanded, still too angry to be distracted by his flawless features.

"Look at them," he scoffed, though still amused. "They're dingy and dirty. Definitely not what I want to have to look at every day."

"Then don't look," I spat. "I'm not buying new clothes."

"That's fine," he waved his hand nonchalantly. "You can just go naked."

Despite the fact that my face instantly grew hot and my mouth hung open for about a minute, I played it cool. "What are you talking about?"

"Your clothes," he explained, "I had them thrown out."

"You're kidding," I narrowed my eyes, keeping my voice just low enough for him to hear. Though, I would bet vampires also had some sort of super enhanced hearing, too.

"Go and check," he challenged, his grin only getting bigger.

I wasted no time in sprinting to my old bedroom, practically ripping the door off its hinges. I felt frustration growing inside of me when I noticed my suit case was gone, including all of the clothes I'd left lying around on the floor. After falling to my hands and knees on the floor and reaching under my old bed, I realized that the only things he'd left me with were my cherry red heels, the ones I'd worn the night he'd kidnapped me.

I growled again, noticing how often I'd been doing that lately, and shouted his name loud enough to wake the dead. Pun intended.

"Ethan!" I stormed into the hallway only to smack right into a brick wall. I rubbed my forehead and moved back, realizing that it wasn't a brick wall, but Ethan's chest. The comparison between him and a marble statue only seemed more real now, only they weren't nearly as beautiful as him.

"Did you forget something?" I shoved the heels in his face, shaking them.

His eyes smoldered and a smirk grew on his lips, though this one wasn't playful. Instead it was darker, more mischievous. "No," he replied pointedly, and I realized this was part of his plan all along; to leave the heels, but nothing else.

My cheeks burned and I let my hands drop to my sides, defeated. Unable to look him in the eyes, I stared at the wall next to him. "Fine, I'll go."

"Good," he nodded, turning away victoriously. "Though I have to say," he looked at me over his shoulder before disappearing around the corner, "I'm a little disappointed."

I scowled in the direction he'd gone and crossed my arms. He'd won this time.