Chapter 78: Halsey - Control
"And yet, you didn’t ask," she said sweetly. "Kind of like how you’re now planning a wedding I never agreed to attend, let alone star in."
"What was the deal exactly?" Luna snapped, eyes narrowing as she turned fully in her seat. "Mark me and you own me? Was that it? Some vampire version of a contract? Bite equals bride?"
Damien gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Luna," he said with barely restrained calm, "there are too many things at stake here for us to go back and forth on this."
"Oh, like my free will?" she fired back, voice rising. "Because that seems like something worth going back and forth on!"
"We are getting married," he said flatly, with the steely tone of someone who’d had enough arguments for a century. "That will be it."
She snorted. "Over my dead body."
Damien’s jaw clenched. "Damn it, Luna. I don’t have time for this."
"Then by all means," she gestured toward the road with grand sarcasm, "do whatever ancient vampire princes do when they don’t have time. I don’t care."
His patience snapped. "We will get married," he growled, each word punctuated. "We will fuck like rabbits every minute of every day, and you will provide me with an heir."
Luna blinked. "Wow."
"Don’t ’wow’ me."
"No, I mean...wow. That’s your plan?" she crossed her arms. "Impressive. Bold. Incredibly stupid. Do you honestly think saying things like that will make me throw off my panties in delight?"