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“Neither do I,” Anita laughed darkly. She wasn’t herself if she did not appreciate survival. But he was right about the French vampire. All charm and intrigue aside he was dangerous, and perhaps that fed some dark place in her heart that loved the danger, that craved it. But it should never be accepted when it came to torture, especially those that she began to become accustomed to, seeing them flinch at her arrival should’ve been enough to tell her that something wasn’t right. 

Shaking her head, Anita folded her arms, “I don’t want to talk about him,” she kicked herself for sounding so childish, “I mean, if you’re trying to dissuade me from ending this myself.” She rolled her shoulders back in the baggy jacket, “We need to get you something to eat, then… Where are your bags?”

He would hate to see her die because the bastard would as well. He looked at her and shrugged. “I do not want you to end it but perhaps try to rein him in and control him. This is not how he should act given that the vampires under him are looking for a more calm and considerate master.” 

“My bags are back at my resting place. I will eat once I get home.” He told her. “I am fine to have gone so long without eating, it is something I choose to do. But I promise I will eat.” Axel said as he stood up. “I should have fed before seeing him.” He chuckled.