Free Everlasting Kiss by Amanda Ashley Page B

fear passed behind her eyes. She quickly blinked it away, her lips thinning.
    “You don’t believe me?”
    “No.”
    He summoned his power, watched her expression change from defiance to wariness as preternatural power filled the room.
    Daisy stared at him as his power swept over her. It lifted the fine hairs on her arms, sent a shiver of awareness trembling down her spine.
    Speaking to her mind, Erik commanded her to rise, to wrap her arms around his waist, to press her lips to his.
    His hands bracketed her hips, drawing her body tight against his as he kissed her deeply. And as he did so, he let her know that she was completely at his mercy. When she understood that she was powerless to resist him, he released her from his hold and took a step backward.
    “Exactly,” he said. “Anything I wish. Perhaps you should contemplate what that means while you’re cleaning up the mess you’ve made.”
    Cheeks burning with humiliation, she spun away from him, her movements as jerky as a robot’s as she cleaned up the mess on the floor and put the living room to rights, then marched down the hallway toward the guest room.
    Erik dropped down onto the sofa, one arm draped along the back, silently berating himself for his strong-arm tactics. What did he hope to gain by keeping her there against her will? And what was he going to do with her now?

Chapter 11
    Daisy fumed silently as she stood in the middle of his bedroom, wondering where to start. Muttering an oath that would have made her father blush, she began hanging up Erik’s clothes and putting them back in the closet. She couldn’t help noticing that he only bought the best, whether it was shirts, slacks, or sweaters. His scent tickled her nostrils as she hung up a long black cloak reminiscent of the type Dracula always wore in movies. It was a compelling scent.
    She folded his underwear and put it away, then put the sheets on the bed, only then wondering what need he had for a bed when he slept in a casket in the basement.
    Going into the bathroom, she washed the toothpaste from the sink top and the mirror. Could he see himself in a mirror? In the movies, Dracula had no reflection. She wasn’t sure why. One supposed authority on the subject said it was because a vampire had no soul, but Daisy didn’t think that was possible. How could anyone live without a soul? And if they didn’t have a soul, did it leave the body when the vampire was turned? And if it did, where did it go? Of course, since vampires weren’t truly alive, but Undead, maybe a soul was just so much excess baggage.
    With a shake of her head, she dropped his comb and his toothbrush into the wastebasket. Funny, she had never thought about vampires brushing their teeth. Did they have coffin breath when they woke in the morning?
    Reluctant to return to Erik’s presence, she plopped down in the middle of his bed and contemplated her immediate future. What was he going to do with her, or to her? Whatever he had in mind, she was certain she wouldn’t like it the least little bit. She liked his kisses, though.
    The thought brought a rush of heat to her cheeks. His kisses should have been repellant, disgusting, so why weren’t they? Or maybe they were. Maybe he had used his vampire mojo to mess with her mind so she only thought they were pleasant.
    She shuddered with the memory of his thoughts controlling hers. It had been a horrible experience. She had felt him inside her head, heard his commands, and been helpless to refuse.
    I can compel you to do anything I want.
    Now that was a scary thought. Of course, she hadn’t believed him when he said it. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. When she got out of there— if she got out of there—she would consult her grandmother. Nonnie O’Donnell was a white witch of the highest order. If anyone could conjure a spell to keep Erik out of Daisy’s mind, it was Nonnie.
    Daisy bolted off the bed when Erik appeared in the doorway.
    His gaze swept the room.
    “I