chapter ninety-eight

[ IN WHICH SHE WILL LIVE WITH SO MANY REGRETS ]

“Start speaking.”

My skin easily gets irritated by the feel of his breath on my neck. It is warm and I can feel trickles of his spit falling onto the back of my neck. I shiver intensely in disgust as he continues to hold me down against his front, securing me a little tighter than necessary.

“I said, start speaking.” He gives me a little jostle. “I am certain you can understand me, kotik. Staying quiet will not make things easier for you. It will only rile me up. I demand an answer.”

Kotik. I know that nickname anywhere. I have mingled with a lot of people as I travelled to different countries. One of the many times I visited Russia, I learned a few words and their meanings, and one of the few words I picked up was Kotik. It means ‘kitten’. Котик (Kotik)

So, from this, I can tell that the vampire king had been a Russian in his past life, before joining Alkhemi. And this also means that his formation is similar to Atlas. He was once a