Page 88 of Princess Fallen

“Rogan?I need to know why you lied to me.”

He doesn’t reply again.

“Rogan…”

“I didn’t lie, princess.”

“So you’re going to maintain that you didn’t cut those vampires’ hearts out?”

“Yes, I’m going to maintain that because it’s the truth.”

“Then who did?”

Silence.

Do I believe him?Part of me wants to so badly—that part of me that feels something for him, that knows in the marrow of my bones that I’m meant to be with him.

If I’m his fated mate, does that make him mine?

I’m fairly educated in vampire lore.Once I found out about my true heritage, I researched the heck out of it.We can procreate with humans and with shifters—even with demons—but we are not drawn to a specific mate.It’s not in our DNA.

“Are you going to answer me sometime this century?”

“No,” Rogan says flatly.

“Youknow.You know who cut out those hearts.”

He doesn’t deny it.

“If it wasn’t you… It must’ve been Dominic, right?You said he was with you that night.”

“Anything Dominic does, he does to protect the pack.”

“Damn it, Rogan.I get that.I get that you’re protecting your pack.I get that you’re protecting me.What I don’t get is why their hearts needed to come out when they were already dead.”

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He doesn’t reply.

Big surprise.

Instead—

His mouth comes down on mine.

And up goes the screen between the front- and backseats of the car with a soft zip in my ears.Apparently our driver knows when to mind his own business.

God, Rogan calls to me.His big and angry kiss calls to me.

But damn it, I need honesty.

Still...I can’t help but part my lips for him, let his tongue invade mine.Is this what being a fated mate is?This pure physical lust?

Rogan doesn’t seem to have any emotional connection to me.Sure, he wants to protect me, but he doesn’t love me.

Do I love him?

I sure as hell love what he does to my body.This kiss alone is making me wet and ripe.I want him.I want him to take me in the back of this damned car, as if we’re two high school kids sneaking around with no place else to go.