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“Vanessa!” I shouted into the empty space where she’d been standing a moment ago.
What just happened? I swiped my hand over my face, wishing I could figure out what she’d been so pissed off about. Why did she think I was suggesting she was furniture? I simply wanted her to know that she was mine.
She didn’t need to get all uppity and in my face about being possessive. Of course, I was possessive. I was a vampire. It was in our nature. Wasn’t she possessive about me? Maybe that was the issue, reaffirming my concerns from earlier tonight. One thing was certain, though. I was jealous. But why? And of Julian? That was preposterous. But the way she’d smiled at him had my heart twisting in a knot.
I paced in the hallway, not sure what to do. I could follow her. I knew where she was. We had a blood bond for Christ’s sake. I always knew where she was. In fact, that bond was stronger than what I had with Chelle or Ari. Sometimes it was so strong; I could sense her emotions. This time, her anger.
I scratched my head. So why was I jealous? Had the conversation I had with Cian ignited some sort of insecurities in me? Fucking A. I was acting like a silly adolescent with a wicked crush on the prettiest girl in school. The untouchable one that everyone wanted to be with. Was I the one who needed the words in a ceremony to give me peace of mind? I started to dematerialize and go to her, but stopped, letting my molecules knit back together. No sense in even trying to go after her. I knew she’d have put a barrier spell on the perimeter of the room so that I couldn’t enter. So, I walked instead of teleporting to the studio. Alone. It was a piss poor attempt to peel away some of the bad feelings I was experiencing as if they could be shed like pounds of fat.