Page 31 of Married to the Vampire Prince

Logan turned around and walked away, his guards following him. I was once again left alone in the dungeon.

I sat on my bed and wrapped my arms around my legs, resting my chin on my knees.

Hope that Silas really cared about me was such a new, fresh feeling in my heart. Should I really believe my captor’s words that Silas had been checking on me while I was in the palace? Again I couldn’t resolve the conflicting images of the bloody war hero and the doting husband in my brain. I still didn’t know who my husband was.

I wanted to find out more about him.

Hopefully he really did care enough for me to come save me, and we could still have a future together back in Estone.

Time flew by slowly in the cell. I drifted off to sleep, then woke up, then slept again.

At one point a muffled scream coming from the direction of the staircase stopped my dozing and put me on high alert.

I got up and wandered over to the bars, looking to the left. Two masked men came down the stairs, their movements a blur – they were using vampire speed. They stopped in front of my cell.

Both were dressed in black cloaks that covered their whole bodies and masks that covered their mouths. One of them revealed his face. It was Silas, looking at me with worry.

“Grace, are you alright?” His low, pleasant voice rumbled.

Tears filled my eyes – he had come for me after all.

“Where’s Logan?” I asked. “Are you doing the exchange?”

Silas shook his head. “There will be no deal between Rosworth and Estone. We came to break you out.”

“But…” I started protesting, then stopped myself. I didn’t know enough about politics to tell Silas what he should and shouldn’t do in this situation.

Silas put a large key in the lock of my cell and opened the door with a creak. He stepped close to me.

“Can I carry you? You can’t run as fast as a vampire.” He gave me a tender glance.

“Y-Yes, please do.” I mumbled, embarrassed. He was right though – my human limitations would only slow him down.

Silas took me in his arms bridal style, and we exited the cell.

I looked at the other masked vampire.

“That’s Luke,” Silas explained when he noticed my worried glance.

“Ready?” Lukas asked.

“Yes, let’s get out of here,” Silas nodded.

They took off at a run, up the stairs and down a long, elegantly decorated corridor. It seemed we were in a castle of sorts. Silas and Lukas ran down toward a small door and exited into the backyard. We passed by some guards lying on the ground – killed or unconscious, I couldn’t tell.

Silas and Luke ran to a staircase leading up the wall encircling the grounds.

Just when they were about to jump down from the wall to freedom though, we heard an amused voice behind us.

“So you chose war, Prince Silas,” the man said.

I turned my head to see Logan Sherman. I gasped. He stood a short distance away from us on top of the wall, and behind him were a dozen vampires.

Silas and Lukas stopped and turned towards Logan and his men.

“Only if you choose war as well, Logan,” my husband said in a voice devoid of emotion. “All I’m doing is getting back what you stole from me.”

Logan sobered up. He gave Silas a short nod. “You may go. Rest assured though, there will be consequences of your actions tonight. Be ready.”

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