a's P

ough my way to the office. I picked

el

ce. 10 m

s from. That voice never softened, never lost its power. And even after e

owing my phone on the passenger's seat, I turned the car around and headed towards the Castle as fast as I could without runn

aced them on the passenger's seat. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my phone and stepped ou

archways, the walls designed in gold and the mahogany doors carved with a thousand different stories. I already knew the way to his office by heart, although I don't meet him in p

ase, I stood in front of his office and pushed

s pretty much stuck to him like glue. I don't know why but I was unable to move, unable to take my eyes off of them as ice formed in my chest. I c

, because just like Jonathan, Vandal had also turned a mortal and adopted her as his daughter to ri

amien lowered his head to the slender column of her throat. And that was when

ding to their full length as he bit down on S

another vampire. It was an act akin to making love for humans and not all vampires bit t

found the courage to turn around. I was about to march right ou

ai

ruffle of clothes as she hurried to get off of Damien. Within a few minutes, Sabrina

d a shower." He sai

if I did, I'd burn it down to splinters. It was when my jaw began to hurt that I realized I was still grinding my teeth together. Unclenching it with sheer strength of will, I strode

specimen. Yes, I like bantering with him in Court because that's the only time I get to interact with him so fiercely. But none of them justified

too wide. We would never be able to be just Trisha and Damien. Even

differen

off or heard Damien exit the bathroom. Damien was the Vampire King, so it was nearly impossible to predict or hear his movements, but the only explanation I cou

nt to but it just came out. And by the look in his g

en wearing similar clothing before as well, but everything Damien wore was in shades of black, so I had no idea if it was the same dress or not. "As long as he's busy using my position to uplift h

an altruist. What's next, a political wedding with all

wouldn't cause an uprising," he looked at me over the rim of

to Neema. "So maybe you should start slee

n's arm in a vice grip around my throat. "I'm trying to keep you ali

This is the first time I've seen Damien so angry with me, angry enough to yell. Even in the warehouse he had b

was four during the Wipeout, when my entire village was massacred. I'd been nearly dead too, but Father found me before I breathed my last bre

n the eyes. He didn't say anything, just kept looking at me

ook the

it had been the resemblance to Neema that had brought back his memories, or it was the fact that mother's never stopped l

poke quietly, hands folded in front of

s attending college in London. Honestly, I don't even remember his name, or his face. All I remember is that we fell in love, got married after he got a job and I became pregnant soon after. Whe

started the Wipeout. Werewolves had always been short tempered and quick to spring into

minds you of your son?" he asked,

es

o sit on his chair. "I'll have a ta

der control. But all I said was, "As you wis