Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
The Quiet King was evil. It didn’t matter how many gifts of jewelry and chocolates he gave me.
I would never forget that he had kept me in his dungeon for most of my life as his guards drained my blood for some ungodly reason that I still didn’t know of. I also could never forget what his guards had done to me while they drained my body.
And then there were the prince babies that he killed or all the other blood mages that he had enslaved.
No amount of treats or jewels could erase that from my head.
I stared at the book.
But. . .why did he give me this?
I really wanted to open the grimoire and see what was inside.
Go ahead. Touch it.
I shot my view up again.
The Quiet King slept.
The tent remained empty.
And off in the distance, birds chirped.
No. Someone is out there talking to me.
I focused on the energy of the blood around me, pulsing through the air.
Six guards. The Quiet King doubled the number.
I placed my palm in the direction of the tent’s velvet curtained entrance, opened my mind, and surrendered into the depths of crimson energy.
Fast, my spirit easily hooked on to thousands of vampires.
I stiffened.
Oh my. I still. . .can’t get used to this.
Thousands upon thousands of vampires slept. There were twenty or so that were up, but they were very far away, suggesting that those were the few that patrolled the area.
I dropped my hands and directed my attention back on the book.
No one is talking to me outside. Then. . .it is you.
I gazed at it.
It’s not that you are talking to me. . .you are calling to me.
I raised my hands and faced my palms toward the book.
Immediately, a cold shiver coursed through my fingertips.
Whoa.
I had to remind myself to breathe.
Then a familiar voice slipped into my mind. This grimoire belongs to someone else, but I will let you borrow it for now.
I knew for sure that voice was the Quiet King.
I looked up.
He still lay on the bed, but now he faced me, and it was a gorgeous sight—rippling tan muscle, perfect chiseled body, and a thick, long cock draped across his thigh with a pink-tinted mushroomed tip.
I gasped and had to keep reminding myself that he was the very embodiment of evil.
He curved his lips into a sinister smile. Do you like what you see?
I looked away. “Please, put on some clothes.”
Why?
“Because your nudity makes me uncomfortable.”
But does it also make you wet?
“That is none of your concern.”
It is.
“Why would it be?”
Because you belong to me, little blood mage, and I am here to please.
I sneered. “I will never be yours.”
A dark growl left him.
I turned in his direction.
He sat up, quickly grabbed the fur blanket on the bed, and pulled it over his cock. Is that better?
I blinked. “Y-yes.”
You are surprised. Why?
“I didn’t think you would do it.”
Of course I would.
Shock hit me. “Why?”
I would do anything for you, Seraphine.
Desire shivered through me.
I gritted my teeth. “I don’t like the way my body responds to you. Is it the blood bond?”
It is many things, little one.
He rose from the bed, keeping the fur blanket shielding him. Muscle bulged and rippled.
Do not look. Do not look.
But. . .I couldn’t stop. With each sexy step, my mouth watered more and more.
With a wicked smirk, he walked over.
I tensed as he lowered in front of the other side of the cage’s door and sat down. Those copper eyes pierced me.
So close, lust unfolded within my core.
Stop it. Don’t react.
He leaned his head to the side. Why do you always deny your body’s needs?
My bottom lip quivered. “Never mind that. W-what is this book?”
He frowned. It is a grimoire.
“You said it belongs to someone.”
I did.
“Who?”
His expression hardened. My queen.
I widened my eyes. “Where is she?”
Ian has her.
“He does?”
Yes, and she is a blood mage like you. Did you see her?
“I don’t remember Ian around other blood mages, besides the Horned King’s queen, but. . .” I shrugged. “There were lots of other blood mages around. I just never talked to them.”
You would not have missed Phinova, if you saw her.
I quirked my brows. “Why not?”
She has long flowing red hair, and. . .
I leaned forward. “And?”
She cannot move.
“What does that mean?”
She cannot move. She remains stiff.
“I do not understand.”
He let out a long breath. I am going to look in your mind and see if you have seen her. Is that okay, little one?
I blinked again. “You are asking me for permission?”
I am hoping we do not have a repeat of last night’s battle. I want us to be. . .nice to each other.
Something about the way he said nice made me shiver, and I had no idea if it was fear or desire that caused the reaction.
But, what I did know was that fighting and killing the Quiet King was damn near impossible. I had given him everything I had last night, and passed out in pure exhaustion.