– I'm sorry! – I tearfully exclaimed.
– Do you promise me?
– Yes!" I barely whispered, but that little bit was worth the effort.
He took his palm away from my cheek, clapped his hands together, and the dining room immediately lit up with a bright light that almost blinded me. I blinked quickly and saw that the vampire was already sitting in his chair.
But how? How did he do it so fast… Could Cedric really do all of this too?
– Sit down, or the food will get cold, and I don't want you to starve to death," the vampire smiled at me.
I saw that Grayson had already removed the lids from the dishes on my side of the table. I slowly made my way to my chair and sat down, but I didn't dare touch the beautiful cutlery.
– What did Morgan tell you? – The vampire asked suddenly. He sat back in his chair, his gaze fixed on me.
– About what? – I didn't understand.
– Don't play silly. About us.
– About vampires? Not much… Almost nothing," I lied, so as not to give away my lover.
– What kind of things? – Grayson asked.
– All I know is that you're immortal and you kill people… Well, and you keep it from humans that you drink our blood.
– You expect me to believe that?
– But it's true! Cedric is afraid to push me away. He says I don't need to know.
– That sounds very believable, Viper, but I know you're lying.
– I'm not lying! – I exclaimed in desperation.
– Why aren't you eating? – suddenly asked the vampire.
– I'm not hungry. – I had no desire to touch food.
– If you won't eat, I'll feed you myself. – Grayson's voice was cold: the tone of his voice frightened me, because I'd already realised that this vampire was the kind of vampire who always kept his promises.
He left me no choice: I put the first dish I could find on my pretty white plate, picked up my fork and knife, and silently began to eat. I was so hungry, it turned out, that I was glad to be able to satisfy my hunger with a tasty baked potato with some white sauce.
Grayson grinned at me.
– See, I knew you were hungry. You haven't eaten anything in almost two days," he said with a smile.
– Where did all this come from? – I asked. – You didn't make it yourself!
– Of course I didn't! – Grayson laughed and got up from his chair. – The cook from the nearest hotel was here while you slept, but I don't suppose you'd mind some red wine? You humans are such impractical and predictable creatures. – He took the bottle in front of him, poured the wine into two beautiful glasses and took them and headed towards me. One glass must have been meant for me. – I'll have some too, if you don't mind. – The vampire took a sip from the glass and stopped beside me, placing the second glass in front of me.