Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
More blood spilled from the woman’s neck and splattered onto the silver tray.
The woman moaned and arched her back up from the table. Her breasts bounced.
Again, a war waged within me—fear battling desire, repulsion clashing with a twisted fascination. My mind screamed at me to turn and flee, to escape this nightmarish spectacle. But my body remained rooted to the seat, due to the inexplicable pull of him.
Come to me, Seraphine.
I swallowed, knowing that the Quiet King had not been dethroned in all these decades only because he was powerful.
He was smart.
Nothing he did was a coincidence.
It was all strategic.
I kept my hands in my lap so he couldn’t see them shaking under the table and then I spoke back to him in my mind.
You are already busy with her, so I will stay right here.
The woman moaned and cried at the same time, creating an eerie melody of pain and desire over the orchestra’s music.
Do you want me to stop feasting on her?
I quirked my brows.
Why ask? You wear the crown. You can do whatever you want.
Come to me, Seraphine, and let me show you the depths of my affection for you.
Instead of speaking in my head, I spoke out loud, “I can’t come to you.”
You mean that you won’t.
“Same thing.”
Come, feel the ecstasy that could rise from our connection.
The woman, her eyes glassy and heavy lidded, reached out and tried to grasp the Quiet King’s face as if to coax him into biting her even deeper.
My heart pounded in my chest, torn between revulsion and an unsettling need.
He watched me and brushed her hand away.
Moaning louder, she slid her hands down her body and began rubbing against her sex.
Come to me, Seraphine.
No.
I widened my eyes and somehow. . .I tore my gaze away from the spectacle and put it on the blindfolded orchestra.
The elfkin women had disappeared.
I looked in the other direction, doing my best to avoid the Quiet King’s feeding.
Dear Ambi!
There, the three guards hung from three trees. Their feet barely touching the ground. Each neck was adorned with a thick black rope knotted around the branches above them, preventing them from slipping away into death.
I looked at each of their faces and confirmed that these were the disgusting evil vampires from my nightmares.
They gazed at me, appearing confused.
I bet you have no idea who I am. You probably did that to many young mages.
The taste of vengeance lingered on my tongue.
With each breath I took, I could feel the weight of my past grievances settling on my shoulders.
The Quiet King’s words echoed through my head. What do you want to do to them, Seraphine?
Reye had taught me two ways to kill a vampire—squeeze their heart and force their arteries to crack. I turned back to the Quiet King and sent those images to him.
I want to do this.
Hmm. I fear that will not be enough.
No?
Not at all, Seraphine. The Quiet King raised his head, pulling his fangs out of the woman’s neck. Blood dripped from the sharp tips and painted his lips.
The woman fell back onto the silver platter. Her body quaked. Closing her eyes, she continued to play with herself, shuddering with lustful pleasure.
I swallowed and tried to look away, but couldn’t.
He leaned his gorgeous face to the side. Do you ever touch yourself, Seraphine?
Don’t ask me things like that.
A wicked smirk spread across his face. Why not?
Because it is none of your business.
Everything about you is my business now.
There was this great hunger in his gaze, both primal and beguiling, an invitation to dive headfirst into a world shrouded in bloodlust.
You have a woman on a silver platter.
I do.
Enjoy her, and do not worry about me.
But, I want to enjoy you.
For a fleeting moment, I felt the pull of his magnetism, the promise of passion laced with danger. Sadistic and dark, yet so good I would probably be addicted just like the woman on the platter.
I turned to the three despicable vampires and spoke out loud, “Why did you get them for me?”
They are one of the many gifts I will give you.
I couldn’t look back his way. If I did, I might really get up and walk over to him. “Why are you giving me gifts?”
Because you deserve them. You have healed me, and continue to do so.
I stiffened.
Guilt gripped my heart. Before, the Quiet King would have possibly destroyed Camille and her two kings, but now it was guaranteed with his renewed health.
All today, this odd tingling happened in my throat.
I turned back to him and stiffened.
To my terrifying shock, he was no longer at the table. In fact, I couldn’t see him anymore.
Meanwhile, the woman lay on the silver platter, dead with her hands between her legs and her mouth gaped wide.
Blood pooled around her.
My stomach twisted.
His voice slithered back into my mind. Do you know what I think is happening to my throat?