Stolen by The Vampire King

But New Orleans still ran because of me. We had access to vampire gossip because of me. They all used The Neutral Zone and trusted it was exactly as declared because clearly Francois Ricard was too stupid to ever be anything but obvious.But I heard all and I saw all. I hid my technology behind the distraction of red and black, the veneer of old luxury. No one ever looked further than that to see the drinking rooms below the restaurant or the surveillance rooms on the floors above.I could have everything I wanted, and it would only take one human woman to achieve.In a burst of energy, I slammed my fist on Father’s chest, the crack of bones satisfying this time. He’d be healed by the time he rose, and his punishment wouldn’t matter because I would already have everything I wanted.I left his side and hurried through the portal that would take me home before crossing the damp grass, moving between verdant green leaves on the branches of trees that hung too low to be fashionable and pr

The rest of the furniture was also dark wood, and massive, substantial pieces I wouldn’t be able to move.“Your bathroom is over there.” Francois made a stiff gesture to a door then watched me like he wanted me to open it.When I did, I found a claw-foot tub that I’d never get in, cracked porcelain floor tiles and an antique-looking toilet and sink. The citrus scent overlay continued in here, and when I returned my focus to the bedroom, Francois was standing by an open door on the other side of the room.“This is your closet.” He eyed me speculatively, his gaze clear for once. “I think the clothing should fit. Help yourself to anything you desire, ma petite.”He waved his hand expansively again, the perfect gesture of generosity, but I shuddered as I glanced around, trying to keep my reactions furtive.If I had to get out of this on my own, I needed a plan. So far, the path of least resistance wasn’t yielding results.Floor-to-ceiling drapes were closed on the wall opposite, but presu

“Fuck.” The sharp word was like a bullet slicing through my skull. “Fuck.”But there was a desperation in the word I’d never heard. I groaned as I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were so heavy. It was too hard to rip them upward, like they’d been nailed down.“Ma petite?”Someone clasped my hand between their palms and raised it to their mouth. Then Francois—and it was Francois—nuzzled his freshly shaven cheek against my knuckles. “Oh, ma petite. I thought he’d killed you.”I fought back a sob. No. Fuck, no. I was still here. At least while I was unconscious, I didn’t have to face any of this. Francois, his time warp house… His madness.He traced his fingertips down my cheek as a tear slid free from under my lashes. Then he made soft shushing noises. “Don’t cry, ma petite. He won’t harm you again. I’ve made sure of it.”My stomach lurched. His voice was soft but his words were those of a stone-cold killer, and I was trapped in his home.“I’m tired, Francois.” I croaked the words

Sebastian nodded. “I need to help you. I shouldn’t have gotten so close to overturning your claim on a virgin. On the throne.”My chest tightened. “More than my claim,” I whispered as images of Sebastian, his fangs so close to Leia’s neck flooded my mind. “You nearly stole my first touch of my mate, brother.”“Your true mate?” His eyes widened. “I thought those were stories.”I shook my head. “Not all stories.”“We need to storm Francois’s castle, we need to rescue your mate before he…” Sebastian looked at me, his eyes a little wild. “Before he…” He swallowed and looked away.“Before he claims my mate as his,” I finished grimly.Sebastian nodded then clasped my forearm. “We’ll get her back. I’ll swear an oath of fealty to you right now and promise to protect your mate above all else.”I chuckled without humor. “No oath necessary. Just keep your fangs to yourself around Leia, and you’re welcome in my army.” I grabbed my phone. “I need to get everyone together. You coming on the plane?”

He gestured at the small spread of food. “Eat, ma petite. And bon appétit.”I expected to croissant to be hard and stale—as badly preserved as the rest of Francois’s home, but the pastry flaked pleasingly under my fingertips. Despite myself, my stomach grumbled and my mouth watered.Francois smiled. “You haven’t been eating enough.” He pitched his voice low, concern in his eyes as his brows drew together. “I hoped the answer was company. So—” He clapped his hands. “We eat together. Bon!”He punctuated his sentence with a wide, benevolent smile, and it changed his face, ushering away the scary monster I absolutely knew him to be. He reached for a pastry of his own, his hand brushing against mine, and he stilled, his eyes fluttering closed. I jerked away and he set his croissant on his plate.“I don’t usually partake.” He made it sound like a confession. “My sustenance doesn’t come from food… Father doesn’t approve.” Then he seemed to shake himself or press the rest button. “But you, yo