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Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen - A Bloodsucker's Favourite Pastime

Amy’s POV

Did I mention his lips were cold? I scarcely noticed at first until a pint of rhesus negative left my rapidly cooling limbs. Come to think of it, the whole room was freezing.

“Are there any candles?” I murmured, drowsily.

“I thought you would want to sleep, my precious.”

“I meant for warmth.”

“Arnold.”

Mina’s crush had several attempts before an elaborate candelabra appeared in his gloved hand. Any other vampire might have set his hair alight. I suppressed a giggle. Maybe this wasn’t the first such request.

Still gawking at me was the farmer I’d dubbed Horace. I supposed he had to stick around to oversee proceedings.

Then it struck me. I’d been likened to a cow.

This new drowsiness was getting in the way of my indignation. I allowed my head to loll back on the pillow and closed my eyes. I really didn’t want to see the rust and peeling black paint.

“What’s your castle like?”

Arnold tittered.

“She doesn’t know, does she?”

Prince Leander ignored him.

“I’m about to
Lady Jas

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