Brandur
“The vampire Prince,” I said as I shifted back to my human form. I took out a piece of clothing in my wardrobe as the other had been torn apart. It was evident he wasn't here to kill me. And neither was I about to pass up an opportunity.
“So tell me, why would the son of the Vampire King want to help me?” I questioned. “What is it you want that would make you come into the den of wolves?”
“To get rid of that vermin my father calls his daughter,” he replied angrily. “Now he favours that tainted blood over his pure-blooded.”
My eyes widened as my lips came apart. A striking cold ran through my body. Although it snowed heavily, my ears had directed it deeply inside of me.
The words hung inside my throat as they resounded again in my mind. This was shocking. She was of royal bloo
