Sorry, I'm Just a Weak Little Vampire

take tearing through Genevieve

g with black spots. A violent headache split her skull. The metallic taste of her own blood-a memory from a

listening to m

he vaulted gothic ceiling. The sound hit her like a

and filled with absolute disappointment. Her stomach dropped to the floor. Her heart, st

he edge of his jacket, her small shoulders shaking. But Genevieve caught it. Just for a fractio

finger at the torn blood-servan

arcus demanded, his voice vibrating with raw power. "She just awakened.

rrogant, pureblood prodigy-wanted to scream back. S

hantom shadow of the silver sta

she released her pureblood pressure right now, if she acted like the v

gging her nail into the bone to suppress the ancient, chaotic magic boiling in her veins. She lowere

atural silence

ng her silence as stubborn rebellion. His jaw ticked.

A heavy, solid silver candl

sharp clang and rolled di

d like Genevieve, it was as harmless as a gentle breeze. But she stared

ly. She clutched her

nto the freezing marble floor, curling her body inward as if the mere scent of the s

, stopped in mid-air. The anger in his red eyes fractu

rd Marcus. She bit her lower lip,

ked, her voice dripping with fake

a beat. She stole Ro

den. She blinked rapidly

er voice trembling perfectly. "Don't blame an

nt dead silent. The ai

m the mouth of the notoriously cold and ruth

a deep, harsh line. He took a step forward,

he scrambled backward like a te

light filtering through the stained-glass chandelier. She let out a choked sob and dr

ieve, but it slipped away as if hitting a wall of cotton. The emotional feedback she

r, reaching her hand out to help Genevieve up. She needed ph

ft in the air. She saw

lf sideways. She literally rolled across the dirty marble floor, tumb

noble rolling on the floor like a street rat completely short-circuited his

into a tight ba

on't throw me out of the Court. I promise I'll just be a useless

ong, exhausted sigh. He waved his hand at the

us," he

ooked down at the pureblood child who used to be his greatest pride, now redu

inside of her cheek until it bled to stop herself from bursting into hysterical lau

its harsh edge. He thought his own pressure h

shook her

m with wide, pitiful eyes. "I can't stand.

hrow her out the window. But he swallowed his frustration, walked o

lumped in a leather wheelchair, be

turned her head. She looked straight a

r a weak, entirel