Alora
My palm itches to wipe the smirk off the Vampire King's face...again. The sting from the first hit still echoes through my hand. The sharp, satisfying, and all-too-real bite of pain is all the proof that I need to remind myself that I am not some delicate pawn that can be shuffled between the two of them.
Dimitri Valecourt looks far too amused right now as he watches me down the length of his nose, his bronze irises shimmering with excitement.
My pulse is no longer thumping in my ears like a drum, not after drinking Jenny’s tea. I finally feel as if I am the one back in control and not my body. The tea’s effects have steadied me, cooling the fever of the heat that had hijacked my senses.
But the way that he is looking at me right now. With a look that says that he has me right w
