⊰⋅⋅•⋅⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽MALCOLM'S P.O.V.☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰
Valeria only slept for two hours. I didn’t order the food right away; I wanted her to rest. She needed it. She didn’t look good when I got there—her face pale, her hands trembling, her eyes wide with something I couldn’t quite name. Frightened. Panicked. Lost.
And I hated it.
I’m not okay with seeing her like that. I’m also not okay with Maddox.
Least favorite vampire? Maddox King.
Least favorite person? Maddox King.
Biggest headache in my life? You guessed it—Maddox King.
Everything I despise can be wrapped up in those two words. That pesky, manipulative, doll-loving vampire has no business being near Valeria. Then again, neither do Sebastian or Kaito.
It’s not that they’re trying to hurt her—at least, I don’t think they are—but she absorbs
