Chapter115

Carrie's Point of View The moment we got back to his rooms, Lucas had me precede him inside with another mocking show of gentility. He didn't say anything as he locked the door with a painful click behind us. Because I never let myself be lulled by any of his more polite and gentler actions, I wasn't surprised when he dropped the act without warning and roughly pulled my back against him. His fangs sank into the side of my neck with a sharp pain. I fought back the nausea of the touch of someone who was not the man in my dreams like I always did. It had pissed him off when I had vomited the first time, and I'd received a slap and a comment that I smelled bad enough even before the puke. Since he couldn't really see my face, I didn't waste energy schooling my features into bland acceptance for a moment, allowing my lips to turn down in disgust and letting hatred burn in my eyes. I remember when I first opened my eyes months ago, he said he was my mate and husband. I believed him because