Damien’s POV
My pet was quiet on the return to my tower, but when we had entered through the door into my room, she spoke up.
“You already dislike me,” she said, “So why do you wish for me to join you at the banquet?”
I would never tell her about my dream, or about the way the woman who resembled my pet so much had stirred my heart.
She didn’t need to know those things, and I was still unsure about that new trace of feeling. It was possibly nothing, perhaps just an effect from being around my chosen blood.
Keeping my voice cold and indifferent, I told her, “Vampire King Henry has heard that I have a new pet, and he wants to meet you. I do not like disappointing the Vampire King.”
Never mind that I had been the one to turn Henry, effectively making him something like a son to me. I h
