Chapter 20
“Wake young Emperor.” The voice was hushed yet as Emperor Evero strained his senses to hear the words again but they never came. He sighed as he slowly moved his hand to grab a hold of the hot sand beneath him but all he grasped was soft silk. The vampire sighed again “Bastards.” He clearly remembered he was laying upon the hot sand of the arena after he slid his knife across his throat, but as he grasped the silk in his hand he had to face the truth. He no longer laid upon the hot sand of the arena but a plush cushion he assumed was a bed. He slowly opened his eyes to see he was within a dark room however it wasn’t because it was just dark outside, it was because the very room was covered in dark fabrics and furniture. Emperor Envor sat up slowly to see the black curtains closed hold
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