Forty-Three
The heat required to make the prince's armor burned through the top layers of my clothes. I'm almost finished with his chest plate. There is ash and melted steel in places that there shouldn't be. I didn't have time to tell the Queen about Daegon having' Phillip's blood. I actually didn't even try. The princess's distress kind of ruined my night. It's almost morning here and I can't stop thinking of the way her scent tasted in my mouth. Her sadness is delicious. Usually, sadness sends me into bloodlust but I'm not ready to get rid of the taste just yet. It bothers me that it's going to be a long time before I get to see her again. She shouldn't be sad. "Just when I thought you couldn't get more exquisite," I glanced back and smiled at Azazael. He's dressed in all black tonight. His soft
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