Page 88 of The Vampire's Mercy
Pfft. Idiots. What did the night have in store for them? Getting bitten and plowed? Yeah, so great, such an honor.
Aidan damn every one of you.
As the minutes went by, vampires came to greet the king, offering him gifts. The thralls flanking the platform would take the offerings after the king inspected them, thanking his preening guests.
Noble bloodsuckers, the kind who now worked on the Global Council, kissed his arse one after the other. Spewing sparkly word vomit, never failing to shoot me scarlet hate.
This was business? Court business? What a ball ache.
The free time gave me a chance to mull over the new details, although I failed to come up with any answers. In fact, being able to restore some of the king’s memories only made things worse.
How the hell could any elf do that? And why?
Yeah, yeah. So many whys, not enough explanations. As much as it pissed me off, I had to work with Silvanus to figure this out.
Then kill him later.
A familiar vampire showed up. The one with the super curly hair, a human woman on his arm, her metallic scent strong under a layer of sweet perfume.
Vaughn, that was it. Shit. My skin crawled from the smile he threw my way.
“Your Majesty,” he greeted with a bow.
The gold buttons on his long navy jacket glistened, his lowcut tee gaping open to reveal a muscular chest while he bowed, three gold chains hanging around his neck.
I clasped my hands tightly, my teeth set on edge.
He lifted his head, still smiling, but with his attention on the king.
The woman watched me though, also smiling, decked out in a navy ballgown with gold trim to match the vamp’s outfit, her red hair piled on top of her head in an elaborate sweep.
Ugh. Can I go home now?
“How are you, Lord Vaughn?” Silvanus asked.
“I’m well, my king,” he answered. “Pondering the news about your latest thrall.” His eyes flicked to me.
The king chuckled. “The gossip has been rife, I’m sure.”
Vaughn nodded. “I hope you haven’t had to hear too much of it.”
“I always hear too much,” King Prick retorted. “It comes with the role.”
The noble bloodsucker shook his head. “Say the word and I’ll have people reprimanded.”
Man, what a creep. He gave off extreme sleaze-bag vibes, the kind of person to always offer a big hug, his mind on the knife he’d readily jam into your back.
Had he told the king about him wanting to fuck me in his penthouse?
“No need,” the king answered. “But thank you for the offer.”
If Silvanus didn’t see straight through this guy, then wow. Just wow. Surely he felt things from his kin, able to pick up on everything.
Whatever. Not my problem, unless Vaughn decided to come at me again.
My fingers itched, whispers of both my weapons in my veins.
“Always,” Vaughn answered, proceeding to spout trivial shit I zoned out on.
