Page 34 of The Depraved Prince
“Get used to being in Drago’s Cathedral, little Bambi. I own you. Every single scream, tear, smile, until I kill you.”
He shuts the door as I fall apart alone.
12
MILLIE
I don’t knowhow many days have passed, but it’s the same thing over and over again.
I eventually crashed out hard after another day of being trapped in this room. I tried everything to escape. From screaming at the top of my lungs, throwing furniture at the apparent bulletproof majestic stained glass, but nothing. Not even a crack. It only resulted in hurting myself. There’s a huge bruise on my ribs when the chair decided to fight back when it pounced off the glass.
There’s a television in the corner of the room. I turned it on and watched reruns of one of my favorite comedy shows until I fell asleep.
That is until now.
I feel cold fingers trail my breast.
“Hayden?” I mutter, coldly mixed with grog and unease. I shift in my sleep, ready to put up another fight.
“Kallum, actually.”
My eyes blow open at the unfamiliar, smooth voice. I jolt forward like I’ve been electrocuted. From the once comfortable side position, I end up falling to the floor with a loud crash,and my hips immediately shift movements. There’s excruciating tenderness pressing my bruised ribs.
“Who the fuck are you?” I grab the same butter knife I threw at Hayden’s back and hold it in front of me like a barrier.
I glance at the clock, and it’s well into the night at three in the morning.
“Who did that to you? It looks fairly fresh.” He points to the long scar across my breast.
I stare back at someone who looks like Hayden but has different features. I glare daggers at a sandy, dark-blonde vampire. He has glasses on, red ruby eyes, and fangs over his lips.
He’s also incredibly handsome, but everything about him is softer. His voice, his body, and even his eyes seem anything but normal.
The complete opposite of Hayden.
“I’m sorry. I guess it was rude of me not to introduce myself properly.” He lies back on the headboard, focusing on the TV in front of him.
“I’m Kallum Drago. Hayden’s little brother. I’m sorry for waking you, but I just had to see the Valkyrie for myself, in the flesh and blood.”
I’m quiet, backing away from him. Each step I take is pressed with distrust. I furrow my brows at the same word everyone calls me.
A Valkyrie.
“Stop calling me that. I am a person. I have a life. I am somebody’s daughter. I have a boyfriend!” I lie, thinking about Cole.
“Boyfriend? Does Hayden know?” he huffs clearly entertained, followed by humorless laughter. “Anywho, it doesn’t matter. Not anymore, Ms. Flores. You belong to the Depraved Prince, now.”
“The what? Who?”
“Hayden.” He says it so easily. “To everyone here in Immortals Country, he’s known as the Depraved Prince.” He places his hands behind his head like it’s normal to have an evil brother.
The Depraved Prince?
“Why do they call him that?” My curiosity gets the best of me. He smiles, but it’s anything but good. It’s a sinful smile that holds secrets.
“Hayden has to serve his duties from time to time. Executing lawbreakers, or assassins, for example. He dismembers the guilty. Taking it upon himself to make statements. He killed an immortal by ripping his throat out for trying to get a hold of one of his human toys. He doesn’t share or play well with others. That’s why Father wants him to take the throne. It is his birthright, after all. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my brother truly smile over anything gentle. He only smiles when he gets to hurt people.”
I gulp.
