Chapter Twenty-Seven MirahWell, scratch what I said about everything going back to normal, because it didn't.It did to an extent though, if you'd include cuddling a vampire prince on a Thursday night, binge-watching my favorite movie, while eating popcorn.“Poor Kelvin,” I snuggled against Zeke's chest, pushing back my tears. That had to be the 47th time I was watching Home Alone, yet each time felt like new.“Is there something to like about this particular movie?” He asked, his disinterest clearly showing. “For kids.” He added.I pushed off his chest, and glowered at him. “I'm going to tolerate every disrespect, but if you insult my favorite movie one more time, get ready to bid your balls goodbye.”He chuckled, raising both hands in mock surrender. “Sorry,” he mouthed.I harrumphed and took my place again, while stifling a smile. The past few weeks had been a blur of dates, sex, work, and more sex.Whenever I wasn't at Barcon, I was with Zeke, having the time of
Chapter Twenty-Eight. ZekeI'd never been as happy as I had, for the past few weeks. An emotion which I couldn't recognize also accompanied it. It left a feathery feeling around my heart, making me want to hug her and never let her go.“Have you eaten?” She asked over the phone.“Just a glass of blood.” I replied, swinging my leg over the other. I could picture her scowling, her lips curving into a cute pout.“I'll order takeout. It'll be delivered soon.” She moved the phone away from her ear, and I heard her clicking.“Done, I ordered your favorite.” She said.“Mm, will you come over?” I'd prefer to eat her out.“Nah, we are having a ladies night.” She said something to Nessa who was apparently in the background.“Oh,” a disappointed look made its way over my face. Spending time away from her, clawed something painful into my chest.“I'll make it up to you.” She promised.Even though their ‘ladies night,’ was a few doors away from mine, I knew better than to intercep
Chapter Twenty-Nine. Mirah“You look distracted,” A voice sliced through my thoughts, making me flinch. It was the customer who'd ordered a gin and tonic.“Sorry,” I apologized awkwardly. Of course, I was distracted. He'd left without a word. My attempt to ask Qyle had ended in futility.The rock of a human wouldn't even volunteer any information. A look at his bland face had told me that nothing would change even though I spent the whole day asking.My head ached from last night's thoughts. ‘How could he leave me, without even a message. Was that what mattered to him? Nothing?’My phone dinged, and I took it out of my pocket. I'd styled the bartender's uniform to suit my taste. The result of which was, every male customer stole glances at me at any given opportunity.My phone's screen was lit with a message from Nessa. She wouldn't be home tonight.‘Business matters.’And she didn't sound so happy.“Some blood on the rocks,” Someone said.“Blood on the- what?
Chapter Thirty. ZekeI felt the dark energy as I walked deeper into the alley. According to the twins, it was where they'd been attacked. The hairs on my nape stood up as the energy thickened.The aura… It was dark.The scene around me suddenly warped, but I didn't fight it. Instead, I allowed myself to be swallowed by the dark swirl of contaminated energy. When everywhere became still again, I was no longer in the alley.I was still looking around, when a voice boomed.“A royalty?” The voice was chilly, and laced with venom and hatred.My hand went to the hilt of the sword on my waist band. Its blade was laced with vampires-bane, known to disarm and weaken any vampire. I looked around again. The place was unfamiliar, almost as if I was in another dimension. It was shaped like a cave, with red eyed gargoyles lurking at all corners. They bared their mouth at me, but they didn't move.“You want to see me?” The voice laughed; if the icy sound could pass off as one.
Chapter Thirty-One Zeke“Checkmate,” Qyle said, placing down his chess piece on the board with a look of triumph on his face.I growled in anger or frustration - I didn't know which.“You just got lucky.” That was true. I'd been distracted all through the game.“Say what you want. I won, this time.” He shrugged. I didn't bother arguing with him.“Fuck,” I grunted, and leaned back on the chair.“Twenty-five,” Qyle said. I lifted a brow. “Excuse me?”“That's the twenty-fifth time you cursed, tonight.” He studied me closely. “Are you getting worked up, over some old vampires who don't mind if you lick their boots clean?” I gagged at the image. But that wasn't it. I'd returned to Vermont days ago to find Mirah avoiding me. Not even a word. She avoided me as she would a stranger.“Fuck you,” I raised a finger at him.He brought out his phone. “Sorry, as much as you're hot and seductive, you're not my type.”I massaged my temple, a feeling that I hadn't felt over the years
Chapter Thirty-Two. MirahAnger.Not at anyone, but at myself.I'd allowed these. Every single thing that's happened. From my father, to Zeke. If I'd been strong-willed, my father wouldn't have tried to force me into marrying Jayden.Now that I've finally ended things with Zeke, I expected to feel-Well, I didn't know what I was expecting to feel. But drowning myself in some shots of alcohol, locking myself in, and burying myself in my bed sheets wasn't it.I didn't need to see my reflection in the mirror, to know that I had dark circles. I hadn't eaten in days, and I felt so weak.“If you don't open the door this instant, I'll have to pull it down!” Nessa's yell outside my door made me wince.From experience, I knew she was really going to follow through with her threat. Cursing as much as my strength allowed me, I slowly clambered down the bed.“Sweet Lord!” Nessa's eyes widened dramatically, when I opened the door.“What?” I groaned. Surely, I didn't look so bad, di
Chapter Thirty-Three. Mirah“Breathe, Princess,” That voice. I suddenly felt like closing my eyes, and allowing myself to be lulled by such a charming voice.I wondered who owned it.I shivered as the young man behind me caressed the insides of my wrist. Suddenly brought back to reality, I glanced around.Raymond was looking at us, with a murderous expression. “Wha's the meaning of this, Mirabella? Are you trying to set me up?” He hissed, anger flashing in his eyes.I almost laughed. “Set you up? You're the one who tried to take advantage of me.” I breathed harshly.A hand traced the small of my back, and I shivered, leaning into his touch. I couldn't explain what I was feeling at that moment. “Interesting. He tried to take advantage of you, hm?” The guy said in a mesmerizing voice, and I forced myself to swallow.That fucking intoxicating cologne of his, wouldn't let me think straight.“You're distracting me, Princess,” I heard the voice again.Only that I realize
Chapter Thirty-Four Zeke“Fuck,” Qyle muttered, ruffling his hand through his hair. It was the most serious I had seen him. If the situation were any different, I'd have teased him.“Who do you think is behind it?” He added, looking at me contemplatively.“I'd be fucked if I knew.” I hated this. Hated the fact that the situation was spiraling out of control. And there was nothing I could do about it.The deaths at Weasels were becoming more and more serious. I knew because I went there last night. And I was being truthful if I said I hated what I saw.“Do you think a rogue is behind it?” He asked me.I didn't miss a beat. “The nature of their wounds before their death is similar to that of a rogue's. But we all know that rogues can't perform spells. Or mask their trails. And I think-” I trailed off, and looked at him, knowing he'd understand.“You think the creature you met in that alley is tied to all of these.” He finished off for me.“I hate it that my father isn