Page 94 of The Vampire's Mercy
“I’m so sorry, Your Majesty!” Roy cried.
The king appeared above me. “Are you alright?”
I blinked at him, mouth open to speak, but no sound coming out.
He crouched. “Paris?”
Swaying vampire. Sway, sway, sway. Why did he look so blurry? Ugh. Stupid magical scratches pulling curtains across my brain.
My stomach roiled, everything hurting.
Dagger.
Dagger mine.
I see it. I see it glisten, I feel it want, I long for it because I am full.
Full of all.
Full of everything.
It is mine.
It is mine.
It is?—
A flash of red light filled the room, drawing me out of my trance.
“No…” I heard Roy say. “Oh, no.”
A bed in my head.
A bed in my head with me and the vampire king on it. Naked. Curled up together with smiles on our faces.
A bed surrounded by a sea of blood.
A sea of ashes.
A sea of death.
Waves lapping. Waves of sorrow and agony.
The red light flashed again, my skull stuffed with cotton wool.
“Who the hell are you?” I demanded before the ground quaked.
What ground? Where?—
I snapped out of it, staring into the king’s face, mouth firmly closed, my tongue too weak.
Not another damn vision. This was getting on my last nerve. I glared at Silvanus, reaching for a clue, the pain kicking my arse.
Fuck this.
Fuck all of this.
The king rested the back of his hand on my forehead.
