My Queen

My insides quivered at his question. "No!" I mean our making out and blood swapping could be considered a date, I guess.

"Are you embarrassed by me, Snowflake?" Chace asked.

"Don't call me that," I growled, smacking him on the arm.

Only Gabe was allowed to call me that.

Besides, what did he think was going on?

Were we an item?

"Whatever you command, my queen," he inclined his head slightly.

Self-conscious, I searched the room and caught hold of Cindy's perceptive glare. "What the hell?" she mouthed.

I shrugged and turned back to Chace. His words, "my queen," made me think of another question. I, technically, wouldn't be his queen. My body would, but her spirit would be inside mine. Right? I filed the question in the thickening folder labeled Seriously Wacky Stuff.

"You need to stop."

Chace laughed. "Fine. I will. For now." Then he winked. "Can I call you Frosty?"