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I make a drastic turn and march back towards the vampire.
His body tenses at my return, locking up in defense. Those dark piercing eyes hold my gaze.
“Our tent is the one at the centre,” I say to him, pointing him in that direction.
I hear his sharp intake of breath, waiting for me to continue.
“Th—There is a small marking at the door,” I stammer.
Silence falls for several beats as he looks at me. His eyes glimmer with an equal amount of hatred and desire. I know because the same feelings are warring in my chest this very second.
Just when my heart is about to burst, he finally says, “I’ve memorized your scent. I’ll find you.”
Chapter 34 Svenn
Screw you.
The demon’s pendant translates it as a less offensive version of the general fuck you.
Rhianelle’s bottom lip quivers when she says those words. My wife can’t even throw a proper insult without having a heart attack. There are so many wicked replies whirling through my mind, but I manage to rein in the urge.
Like a goddamn moron, my eyes follow the queen’s movements as she strides to her tent. Her swishing hips do nothing to ease the rapid beat in my heart and the ache in my groin.
Every second that passes is fucking torture.
How long does Lilith plan to torment me? The pain is brutal but at least it is constant. This new mind fuck is worse. It’s agony waiting for the enchantress to unveil herself. I keep pushing the curse bearer until I hit a nerve.
She trusted me with a glimpse into her heart that night and I used it to break her. The hateful words somehow slipped out before I could stop them. I keep telling myself it won’t matter once this whole thing is over tonight.
But the wounded stare she gave me at the end gutted me. I remove the damn armor from my body. My eyes fall on the gauntlet for a moment. There was no sound when she snuck up behind me earlier.
I hadn’t even seen her approach. These elves are generally light-footed, but my heightened awareness detects them easily. Even Eyepatch and Red have a tell in their movements.
Rhianelle Wiolant on the other hand, is a complete ghost.
I train my gaze on her retreating back until she disappears among the crowd.
Such an intriguing, elusive prey.
Every instinct prompts me to chase her. I let out a long exhale. There won’t be much thrill in the hunt.
The silly fawn invited me to her tent.
“Adorable, isn’t she?” A voice accosts me from my thoughts.
It’s Red again.
“Don’t worry I wasn’t eavesdropping. Just heard a few words at the end. Congratulations on the invitation,” he says with a light tone.
I ignore him wishing he will go away or just drop dead.
“But maybe it doesn’t mean much. She sneaked into my bedroom last week,” he adds easily.
The rumble in my throat takes a murderous tone.
Red gives me a wide grin.
The bastard did that on purpose. I hate that he’s able to rile me up with only a few words. Will the others notice if this one goes missing? They probably would. The annoying type like Red is well-loved by society.
