Chapter 48 Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Eight
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Mirah
I shook my head, in a futile attempt to fight against whatever effect he had on me. Futile, because he smirked in the moon-lit night, his teeth glistening in a beautiful way. I was mesmerized for some seconds before I snapped out of it. “Who are you, and what the hell are you doing to me?” I demanded looking around warily, in case someone listened in to our conversation.
In response to my question, his grin broadened.
“Are you sure you want to have that conversation here?” His hand brushed away the strand of my hair which had slipped down.
I shivered against his touch.
“Are you a vampire?” I was exasperated at that point.
He leaned down so his lips were close to my ears. Goosebumps peppered my arms as his breath fanned the shell of my ears.
Fuck, this was wrong. I shouldn't be-
But when he spoke again, all rational thoughts vanished.
“I'm your destiny, Princess. And,” he pulled me against him, my breasts pressing against his sturdy fucking-hot chest.
“You don't have to know who I am. I won't harm you.” His hand moved up and down my back, the effect pulling me into somewhere calm.
Somewhere I couldn't think.
‘This was wrong, I should push him away.’
‘I should run far away. This man was dangerous.’
However, when I opened my eyes again, his irises swirled with power. In the place where his eyes were brown, they were now golden.
It called out to something in me.
“Isn't that right, Princess?” He whispered in that voice of his that induced obedience.
I wondered if other people could see us.
I was dazed when I responded. “Yes, I don't have to know who you are.” But I didn't feel like I was the one who'd responded.
It was almost as if someone else was trapped in the same body I was. And I was merely listening to the person speak.
But my words made him smile brightly. “Good, Princess.”
“What's your name?” I asked, looking directly into his eyes.
I almost thought he wouldn't respond. But then, he brushed my cheek lightly.
“Xavier.” His voice was now hoarse, and his eyes held a hint of pain in them. “But that wouldn't matter, because you'd forget everything that happened tonight.”
I almost asked him what he meant, but I was distracted by how good looking he was.
“But you don't have to worry. We have lots of time to play.” His eyes turned vicious.
“You're mine. You just don't know it yet. Now, sleep, Princess. Remember my name.” He rubbed on my head, and I leaned against his chest.
‘Shouldn't be moved by his words.’
‘He's dangerous.’
‘Xavier?’
Every single thought finally vanished, as I slipped into oblivion.
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I woke up with a terrible hangover the next morning, even though I was sure I hadn't drunk alcohol the previous night. I was safely tucked under the duvet, and I didn't want to sit up so soon. Memories of last night flowed through my mind.
Blind date. Raymond. Date gone wrong.
“That bastard,” I cursed beneath my breath.
Nessa came into the room just then, with a worried expression on her face.
“Finally,” she breathed in relief.
“Finally, what?” I murmured, massaging my temple, and sitting up.
“You're up. I almost thought you'd sleep through the whole day.” She plopped down on the side of the bed close to the bedside table.
“What's the time?” I asked, stifling a yawn.
“It's already mid-afternoon.”
“What?!”
Shit.
“Well, it's not like you have an appointment to meet up with someone, do you?” She shrugged. “How did your date go?” She added.
I pursed my lips. “Remind me not to go on a blind date again.” I grimaced.
“That bad?”
“‘Bad,’ is an understatement.” I groaned, and told her the details of last night.
“The fuck?” She cursed, when I was done.
I laughed. I'd never actually get used to hearing her curse.
“And how did you get away from him?” Nessa asked, and I frowned. Oddly enough, I couldn't remember.
“I don't know,” I shrugged and exhaled.
Maybe I'd fallen asleep from boredom, and he left me alone. It sounded weird, but that was the only explanation to it that I could think of.
The look on Nessa's face told me she was equally confused. But she said nothing.
“What'd you like for breakfast? I'm not cooking this morning, so I'd order takeout for us.” Nessa said.
I rubbed on my belly. I didn't eat much on the date yesterday, even though Raymond had ordered many dishes. It was one thing to listen to him. It was another to eat, while listening to him.
I dreaded both, and didn't hope for a second experience.
“Chinese food, please. Don't forget to include some oyster sauce on the menu. I'm craving it.”
She nodded, and left the bedroom. I yawned again, and clambered down the bed.
But as I stood in the shower minutes later, I couldn't help but feel there was something I was forgetting. An important detail, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't recall what it was.
“Maybe I'm just being paranoid,” I shrugged, and let the down pour down my body.
But deep down, I knew I wasn't.
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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't taking any serious action. The Circle, more so.”
“Permit me to tell you how useless the Circle is. Bunch of egotistical vampires who care more about their status than the well-being of the kingdom.” Qyle hissed.
I couldn't agree less. Although Qyle was partly a vampire, he was the only one I could count on.
“Very stupid of them to think that a fake tracker can stop me.” I gestured at the dismantled tracker in the form of a small pin on the table.
Qyle couldn't help laughing. “They actually did that?”
I chuckled. But our temporary amusement vanished in an instant. The kingdom was in danger.
“We have to visit Gavemorth,” I sighed, rising to my feet.