Chapter Thirty. ZekeI felt the dark energy as I walked deeper into the alley. According to the twins, it was where they'd been attacked. The hairs on my nape stood up as the energy thickened.The aura… It was dark.The scene around me suddenly warped, but I didn't fight it. Instead, I allowed myself to be swallowed by the dark swirl of contaminated energy. When everywhere became still again, I was no longer in the alley.I was still looking around, when a voice boomed.“A royalty?” The voice was chilly, and laced with venom and hatred.My hand went to the hilt of the sword on my waist band. Its blade was laced with vampires-bane, known to disarm and weaken any vampire. I looked around again. The place was unfamiliar, almost as if I was in another dimension. It was shaped like a cave, with red eyed gargoyles lurking at all corners. They bared their mouth at me, but they didn't move.“You want to see me?” The voice laughed; if the icy sound could pass off as one.
Chapter Thirty-One Zeke“Checkmate,” Qyle said, placing down his chess piece on the board with a look of triumph on his face.I growled in anger or frustration - I didn't know which.“You just got lucky.” That was true. I'd been distracted all through the game.“Say what you want. I won, this time.” He shrugged. I didn't bother arguing with him.“Fuck,” I grunted, and leaned back on the chair.“Twenty-five,” Qyle said. I lifted a brow. “Excuse me?”“That's the twenty-fifth time you cursed, tonight.” He studied me closely. “Are you getting worked up, over some old vampires who don't mind if you lick their boots clean?” I gagged at the image. But that wasn't it. I'd returned to Vermont days ago to find Mirah avoiding me. Not even a word. She avoided me as she would a stranger.“Fuck you,” I raised a finger at him.He brought out his phone. “Sorry, as much as you're hot and seductive, you're not my type.”I massaged my temple, a feeling that I hadn't felt over the years
Chapter Thirty-Two. MirahAnger.Not at anyone, but at myself.I'd allowed these. Every single thing that's happened. From my father, to Zeke. If I'd been strong-willed, my father wouldn't have tried to force me into marrying Jayden.Now that I've finally ended things with Zeke, I expected to feel-Well, I didn't know what I was expecting to feel. But drowning myself in some shots of alcohol, locking myself in, and burying myself in my bed sheets wasn't it.I didn't need to see my reflection in the mirror, to know that I had dark circles. I hadn't eaten in days, and I felt so weak.“If you don't open the door this instant, I'll have to pull it down!” Nessa's yell outside my door made me wince.From experience, I knew she was really going to follow through with her threat. Cursing as much as my strength allowed me, I slowly clambered down the bed.“Sweet Lord!” Nessa's eyes widened dramatically, when I opened the door.“What?” I groaned. Surely, I didn't look so bad, di
Chapter Thirty-Three. Mirah“Breathe, Princess,” That voice. I suddenly felt like closing my eyes, and allowing myself to be lulled by such a charming voice.I wondered who owned it.I shivered as the young man behind me caressed the insides of my wrist. Suddenly brought back to reality, I glanced around.Raymond was looking at us, with a murderous expression. “Wha's the meaning of this, Mirabella? Are you trying to set me up?” He hissed, anger flashing in his eyes.I almost laughed. “Set you up? You're the one who tried to take advantage of me.” I breathed harshly.A hand traced the small of my back, and I shivered, leaning into his touch. I couldn't explain what I was feeling at that moment. “Interesting. He tried to take advantage of you, hm?” The guy said in a mesmerizing voice, and I forced myself to swallow.That fucking intoxicating cologne of his, wouldn't let me think straight.“You're distracting me, Princess,” I heard the voice again.Only that I realize
Chapter Thirty-Four Zeke“Fuck,” Qyle muttered, ruffling his hand through his hair. It was the most serious I had seen him. If the situation were any different, I'd have teased him.“Who do you think is behind it?” He added, looking at me contemplatively.“I'd be fucked if I knew.” I hated this. Hated the fact that the situation was spiraling out of control. And there was nothing I could do about it.The deaths at Weasels were becoming more and more serious. I knew because I went there last night. And I was being truthful if I said I hated what I saw.“Do you think a rogue is behind it?” He asked me.I didn't miss a beat. “The nature of their wounds before their death is similar to that of a rogue's. But we all know that rogues can't perform spells. Or mask their trails. And I think-” I trailed off, and looked at him, knowing he'd understand.“You think the creature you met in that alley is tied to all of these.” He finished off for me.“I hate it that my father isn
Chapter Thirty-Five. MirahMy head was aching so bad that I could barely keep my eyes open. The noise at Barcon only served to increase it.“The club section, please?” I heard a gruff familiar voice say. I raised my head abruptly to see Qyle looking down at me, with a bored look. There was no way I couldn't recognize that cheek mole. My gaze moved past him to another person. Against my wish, butterflies danced in my belly. But both of them weren't alone. “Hello, can you make it quick?” A pretty lady said, her eyes twinkling. Jealousy burned in my chest, as I wondered what her relationship with Zeke was. He was probably having sex with her. I stifled a low growl, and put on my best smile before I'd be sacked from work, for bad customer service.“The right-wing, please. Do enjoy your time at Barcon.” Zeke wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the lady, and they were saying something I couldn't understand. His gaze wouldn't even meet mine. I tried to keep off how
Chapter Thirty-Six Zeke“This is weird,” Natasha said, her face setting in a prim frown. Mirah sat by her side, stealing furtive glances at me when she thought I wasn't looking. Qyle had gone to settle some urgent matter which came up.As hard as it was, I'd been trying to avoid Mirah's gaze all night. Doing so would be plunging myself into torture. Her scent was enough, without adding to it.“Everything is weird.” I exhaled, and leaned back on the couch.We were back at my apartment, and I'd been surprised when Mirah had agreed to come along.“Maybe it had something to do with the rogue-brids?” Natasha suggested, and my eyes darkened.“That can't be possible. They've gone extinct for years now.” I frowned as I countered her words. This powerless feeling; I hated it.“Why exactly am I here?” Mirah finally asked after a while. I could see the dark circles beneath her eyes, even though she was putting on makeup.Natasha turned to her. “We believe you're in
Chapter Thirty-Seven MirahI woke up slowly, and felt the bed for Zeke. “Awake, Princess?” A voice that wasn't Zeke's, said. My grogginess vanished as I turned towards where it came from.“Who are you?” I asked the white-haired young man who was sitting on the edge of the bed. His brown eyes stared down at me in a way that made me want to do all his bidding.Instead of giving a response to my question, he chuckled.“Relax, I won't hurt you.” He leaned his hand, and pushed away a lock of my hair which had slipped down. I flinched at his touch and that served to amuse him.I looked around warily. The room was very much like Zeke's bedroom, where we had sex last night. At the thought, my cheeks colored crimson.“He hasn't marked you, has he?” The guy's amused voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I jerked my head towards him, and pushed against the headboard. I was aware that I was pretty much naked beneath the black duvet.“I can't answer any of your questions if you