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through to the morning, I know I can never leave even if I managed escape. I can’t live with all those eyes on me—both camera and human—asking questions and whispering. I just can’t.
    “Master, please. Please just let me stay at my apartment. Let me live my life and you can have me at night. I’ll do whatever you want. But I have to be at the bakery at 4:30 during the week… ” I trail off because this is so stupid—asking to be his part time prisoner. For a terrifying minute I’m afraid he’ll kill me or hurt me badly for even thinking something so ludicrous, but he just laughs.
    “I’m afraid I can’t do that. You see, I’m a very jealous sort. When I’m sleeping during the day, how do I know you wouldn’t be fucking that pussy, Devon?”
    Devon. I can’t believe I’ve forgotten about him. Christian could have killed him, but if he’s worried I’d sleep with him, he must have left him breathing. I feel a small bit of relief settling next to the guilt.
    My eyes are on the ground again because the vampire is looking at me too hard. I’ve never been looked at like this before. I can barely cope with it.
    “I... I wouldn’t. I swear I wouldn’t. I would be faithful to you.”
    This makes him laugh again. “So you want to be my part-time pet? Live with me when it suits you so you can keep the rest of your life in order? I waited six YEARS for you!” His voice has risen, causing me to cringe.
    “Please… I’m sorry, Please… ”
    But he’s not done. He forces my face up to his, and I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing I hadn’t been so stupid.
    “Six years,” he says quietly. With my eyes shut, the only thing I can process is his voice as it drops over me like a blanket. “It’s not a lot of time to a vampire, but it’s still a long time for a sentient being to be lonely after you’ve found the one you want. And you have to watch her laugh with others and hold hands and have crushes. And you can’t be near her during the day, which is when most of her life happens. If she’s in danger during that time, you can’t stop it. I’ve been driven nearly mad waiting and now you want to be mine on a part-time basis? Am I understanding you correctly?”
    The tears are choking me, making it hard to get any words out. “I’m sorry.”
    I think he’s going to do something awful, but he’s quiet. I realize I’ve let down my mental shields when he speaks again. He’s seen it all. Every ridiculous thought that led to my request.
    His hand is on my cheek now, forcing my eyes to meet his. I start to shut them again, but he shakes his head. “Don’t, Juliette. Look at me.”
    I force myself to obey him, trying to buy back his good will, if he had any of it to give to begin with.
    “Listen to me and hear me. You will never be free. Never. The people will talk. Let them. The news will sensationalize. Your parents and friends will mourn and finally let you go. There is no window of opportunity where you can go back where no one knows. You can’t keep all worlds happy. It’s them or me. And that isn’t your call to make. It’s mine. As are you.”
    I don’t push him out of my mind again. I’m too afraid. And I know he’ll feed me his blood which will stop him from getting inside my head at all. I can be patient and wait for that even though the idea still disturbs me. I just nod, trying to stop shaking. I can barely comprehend that this is my new life, imprisoned with a literal horror movie monster that even now electrifies my nerve endings by his mere presence. Some part of me hopes he loses control tonight and drains me because I don’t know how I can stand this for months or years. It’s too much.
    “Death wish already?”
    Of course he’s in my head. He’ll suck up every thought I let him have, and I’m too scared to try to deny him access.
    “That’s smart. Keep being smart, Juliette and perhaps I’ll forgive you for your insulting request.”
    He takes my hand again and leads me up