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“Reign?” Her heart did a little somersault simply with the knowledge that he was here, behind her. The shadow did not move. Receiving no response, she shifted back and her stomach dropped. Something had terribly gone wrong, more so than before.She had never, ever seen him in this state. Not when they had got off on the wrong foot. Not during the time he was pretending to be some lord. Violence and borderline madness were what adorned him, apart from the sea-gray and the pastel-blue pair that would look good only on him. Or rather, apart from the slacks and the shirt which used to be those colors.They were only visible where red blotches did not cover and long rips were absent. One sleeve was rolled up to his elbow, and another was ripped off of the shoulder. One single diamond remained as a button, just like the last piece of sanity on his face, which was covered in thin, red lines.She jerked up, sat facing him, and put her fingers on his cheek to examine if he was hurt, knowing he
You brought me to the palace.”He did not respond, still holding her in his cold, loveless embrace. Some shadows came as close as she could almost make out their faces. “Come, meum deliciae,” he uttered, not looking at her. My pleasure? Or my darling? Not my love, of course.Bowing, one figure opened the car door. She raised her palm up against the strong gust of wind. However, she would like to at least walk into this grandiose, foreign place, as an independent person, to keep the last bit of her dignity, he would not allow her. He stepped out of the car, carrying her like some possession he disliked but could not discard.“Reign, please, put me down.” She slightly pushed him in the chest, her fingers brushing the frayed edges of his shirt. “I…I regret what I did to you.”This was her final plea, which did not seem to register him. If she were to allow her emotions to take the best of her, she would close her eyes and lean into him, shutting the world out. She could sense, however,
After a thousand steps and not less than a dozen flights of stairs, she wondered if she had been used to being cradled like a kid and carried along everywhere. Honestly, he had done it so effortlessly, in and out of cars and planes and so on. She could have been a feather. And, she must have forgotten a part of herself.“No elevator, by any chance?” “Where you are is a thousand-year-old heritage. No elevator.” He walked alongside her, and to his credit, he did not look bored. “What about the throne room? That’s not part of the heritage?” she probed. “Who says I’m conserving this? It’s all Magnus’s idea.” “I would have thought you’re the artsy type. Given that little piano display when we met. And the paintings.” She was trying to get a reaction from him aside from getting answers. Since he had gained her promise, he had been gritting his fangs and keeping his silence. “Little piano…” He groaned. “You should know, during the 20th century, everyone who heard me play wondered why I
***An hour later***“Slap!” Her palm resounded against his cheek and he had not avoided it. She swung her hand to slap him again and this time, he took hold of it. Groaning, she struggled with all her might to break free. When she could not, she attempted with her free hand. “Enough,” he scolded, seizing it.The sense of betrayal was so deep all she could feel was despair and anger. Because she knew she still loved him after everything he had just told her. She raised her knee to attack him where it would definitely hurt–even if he was the most powerful being on earth. He released her hands and slipped out of her path.She fell on all four, losing her balance.“I said enough!” he snarled, pinning her on the floor when she tried to attack him yet again. They were so close, their faces mere inches apart, but this was different from all the other times. While his eyes held no glint of desire, the pain in her chest was so great it overpowered all other feelings.“How could you do this to
None of the guests seemed to be aware of how they could lose their heads in any second, ignoring his cold fury. Despite his cruelty towards her, Danica was appalled by how they did not even bow at the sight of him or how they refused to talk to him with respect while they were all vampires and he was their crown prince.“Took such a long time, did you?” “Look how pretty he is. Obviously, he needed some time to put some makeup on.”The guests, dressed in suits, laughed between themselves, standing in the middle of the hall, their eyes darting around. For nine people, the hall was simply too huge. Reign had dismissed all the guards at the beginning of the meeting. “Where is Magnus?” Sitting side by side, Danica could hear the hidden pain in his question. “You made us wait forever and now you want to know right away where your p**sy of a brother is? Ooooh! I’m so scared, looking at that beautiful angelic face!”She fidgeted in her seat, wanting to get up and slap that mouth. She soug
They entered from both doorways, the front and the back. Two groups, one in suits and casual outfits and another in cloaks. The first group carried a half-naked male, his head covered in some dirty bag, and amid the second group was an uncloaked female in a disheveled dress.The first group went stiff as they stepped into the large pool of blood, while the second group stopped behind Reign after paying their respect to him and throwing her hostile glances. The uncloaked female, with her eyes full of tears, gave him a beseeching look before her eyes darted to the half-naked male.It was Campana, the queen—Danica recognized belatedly—when she made a heart-wrenching shriek that could have been, “Your Majesty,” before dashing toward the second group. The chaos erupted as the first group cried out after her and the second group took aggressive stances.“No, Campana. I promised you I wouldn’t let him die. I keep my promises.” He appeared right between her and the second group, putting the c
It had been four days since she had left him in that nightmarish hall. The last she had seen him was when she looked back and had a glimpse of him in her mid-run. ‘My God,’ she had gulped.From a distance, red sparks appeared to have filled the entirety of his eyes. His head turned in one jerky movement and he looked at her. For one second, and he had continued his massacre, allowing only a few to escape. Four days she had not seen him, and she doubted she’d see him, ever again.Knock! Knock!Dread replaced drowsiness. Tensed, she grasped the bedsheets. Another day had been wasted, yet again, to find her escape from this awful house full of tortured people. Last night, she had not had a wink of sleep because of heart-wrenching cries from right beneath her bedroom, just like the nights before. So far, they had yet to impose any physical torture on her. They had treated her almost like royalty. Almost, because they had locked her up in this room soon after her arrival while they kept r