Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
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Mirah
“My mother?” Zeke scoffed, turning to the woman, who faced him with a stare of her own.
He let his gaze rest on his father, and pulled me closer to him. His warmth pressed down on my shoulders, and I felt the sudden urge to hug him. Inhale his scent.
He smelled good. He smelt like…him.
My heart fluttered and I struggled to remain clearheaded.
“We'll take our leave now.” Zeke said in a voice that left no room for arguments. He pulled my wrist gently, and turned to leave.
“Don't you dare.” His father's voice rang out, just as we were halfway.
My blood ran cold, and I froze in place. Zeke gave me a brief glance, before turning back to his father.
“And if I do?” Zeke asked. In a situation completely serious like this, I wondered why my heart fluttered at the dominance in his voice.
“The Prestigious Royal Circle awaits. And there's Darcel.” King Elliott said.
I didn't know what he meant. But whatever it was, was enough to make Zeke freeze and his face close up.
His throat flexed, and from the way his hand balled into fists, I was afraid he'd lash out at his father.
But when he looked down at me, he was back to his normal cold self.
“Let's get out of here, Kitten.” And that was all the persuasion I needed.
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Zeke
She walked in front of me, while I was buried deep in my thoughts.
“About last night,” She turned and faced me abruptly. She looked adorably flustered, that my anger vanished like a wisp of smoke.
“It was a mistake.” My words were a sharp contrast to the way my heart was pounding so fast like it'd fall out of my chest. I caught the brief look of disappointment in her eyes, before it disappeared.
“Oh…” Her lashes fluttered low, and she gripped the hem of her shirt nervously.
I straightened. It was now or never.
I grabbed her, and pinned her to a nearby wall. In panic, she raised her blue jade eyes at me. Our breaths intermingled, and my eyes strayed down to her lips.
“We are worlds apart, Mirabella. I have duties to fulfill, and you're getting in the way of them.” Injecting the barest form of venom into my words, I said.
Her lips parted, but no word came out.
“Don't read much into it-” I was saying, but she cut me off.
“Then why did you save me from your father?” She asked in a tiny voice.
I pondered silently over her words. I knew the answer, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.
Because no one touched what was mine. Because she fucking belonged to me.
“Because I brought you here.” I simply said, and she nodded slowly.
“Oh. You did it out of pity.” She was talking to herself, her eyes getting distant.
I felt a sharp pinch in my heart. I was hurting her, and I knew it. But if this was the only way to crack the spell she had on me, so be it.
“Mirah,” I began, and she shook her head.
“Call me Mirabella, please.” She mumbled.
Call me Mirabella, please. The insinuation of her words were clear. She was pushing me back into the zone of strangers.
“I'm a vampire royalty, and you're a-” Once again, she cut me off. This time, she snaked down through the space down below, and broke free from my hold.
Her face was a mask of silent hurt, as she stood a few meters away from me.
“I get it. You're a vampire prince. And I'm just a human, whom you took in out of pity. I'm not fit to stand in your presence, and I get it.” Tears ran down her cheeks in two straight lines, and my chest constricted.
I'd undergone many types of pain. Being tortured by my abductors when I was a teenager. Being denied blood for weeks by my father, as punishment for sneaking out into the human world.
But none of them came close to seeing her cry.
“Mirah,” I said softly.
She backed away. “Mirabella. I should have known you weren't different from the assholes I've met in the past.” With that, she hurried away so fast that she tripped along the way.
As I watched her go, I felt like I'd lost a huge part of me.
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A wave of alcohol, loud music, and yells hit me as I stepped into the bar. I gave the bouncer manning the entrance a small smile, and walked in before I could question what I was doing there.
All day, hard as I tried, the thought of a certain blue jade eyed beauty filled me. And when I couldn't bear it anymore, I decided to come down here- to one of the decent bars.
The drinks—blood here, was cheaper than other bars, but the noise and gyrations was what I needed to help me divert the train of my thought.
I settled down on a chair, and placed an order. “Blood on the rocks. And bubbly.”
The bartender- a vivacious and heavily endowed lady gave me a full grin, and nodded. “Blood on the rocks coming right up.”
The dance floor was filled with young vampires twirling and dancing, and I felt like I was the only sober one present. Their bodies grinded against each other, with reckless abandon.
“Here.” The bartender placed a glass down, in front of me.
I moved away to a lone seat, from where I could observe the others.
My throat burned at the spicy taste of blood. Memories poured into my mind. Her tear stricken face. Her hurtful words pierced my heart.
‘I should have known you weren't different from the other assholes I've met.’
The words reverberated through my mind over and over, leaving a woozy lightheadedness in its wake. I gripped the stalk of the glass hard, till I thought it'd break.
“Prince Zeke?” A sweet voice sliced through the memory, and I lifted my head to its owner.