Evelyn
"Well, well, is that our king,"
I heard a cold and dangerous voice.
I turned toward the direction, a very handsome vampire stood with a proud grin on his face, like he owned the place. All the vampires here were so beautiful.
‘Anyway, he was not as handsome as my Damian’, Eva purred. I agreed, my Damian was the most magnificent.
Wait — my Damian? I cleared my throat.
The man came closer to us with a smirk tugged at his lips, his eyes turned red as they landed on me. Oh goddess, not again — but they turned black as soon as he spotted Damian's arms wrapped around my waist possessively.
"Greetings, King Damian." He bowed, but it felt like mockery to me.
"Cut the crap, Ronan," Damian said coldly and proudly, expressionless, just like the first time I saw him. I guess Damian kn
