Emory
I am so sick of bed rest. I’m bored out of my mind, and I miss the outdoors. As I’m about to enter my second trimester, I feel worse by the day. Helga and Nellie hover and ply me with calming teas. They fluff the mountain of pillows I lie on and cater to every food craving I have no matter how absurd.
Lola has taken to following Nellie around the castle when she’s not spending time with Willow in the library. She’s made herself a favorite of the castle staff, who sneak her candy and snacks. She’s been paying attention to the castle gossip as the staff is even worse than the nobles, and they know far more juicy information. Lola tells me about the gossip she’s overheard in the afternoons as we have lunch at the small dining table in my suite.
Lunch today is light with a mixed fruit salad of strawberries, grapes, pineapple, and kiwi garnished with mint leaves and honey. There is a cheese platter with a selection of brie, c
LexSomething is happening at Castle Blackmoor. The servants are hard at work cleaning and decorating the entire place. Food is being brought in along with a new batch of feeders. The biggest significance is the large amounts of blood. I can tell when a party is being planned.Opal has been feeling better this week, so she’s ventured outside of her room. She’s holding court amongst nobles during breakfast when I enter the dining hall. She’s the only one that will answer a direct question from me, so my options to get answers are severely limited. Biting the bullet, I come over to her despite the disapproving looks from the nobles around us.Opal scowls at me. “What do you want?”“Is there going to be a party?” I ask, ignoring the sneers from the nobles. “What’s the occasion?”“Not that it’s any of your business, but my father’s having a masquerade ball. He’s invited
KaneEmory has been in a better mood since I brought her mother to the castle. Helena has agreed to stay and support Emory through her pregnancy. Her experience as a midwife for wolf shifters makes her invaluable. The older woman is wary of the vampires in the castle, but she has been polite.I usually find Helena with Emory in her room which gives me less alone time with Emory, but I don’t mind it. I know that the mother and daughter need time to repair their relationship, so I give them space. I miss Emory. I’ve gotten used to having her sleep beside me, but I don’t want to be selfish. Helena has to go home eventually, and I’ll have Emory to myself again someday.I am writing letters at my office when Emory comes in. “Hi,” she says. “My mom’s finally given me a break. She’s on the phone with Coit.”I turn away from my desk to face her. “You two have been inseparable these past few days.&r
LexOpal breathes quickly, her chest rising and falling as she recovers from another orgasm. I rest my cheek on her thigh. I’ve set up shop between her legs. She is truly insatiable. If she could live on orgasms alone, she would do it.“You’re good at that,” she murmurs, her voice drowsy. “How are you so good at that?”I lazily crawl up the bed to lie beside her. “A lot of practice.”She glares at me, but there’s no real heat in her gaze. “How many women have you eaten out?”“I lost count,” I answer glibly. “I could ask you the same thing. How many cocks have you–”“You don’t ask a lady that, Lex.”“You’re not a lady.”“I’m a princess. And I can do what I want.” She gets off the bed and goes to her vanity where she takes a seat and starts brushing her hair with a silver brush. &ld
*Emory*My stomach is tight, like a fist, as I follow my parents up the walkway to the monstrosity of a stone fortress known as Castle Graystone. Lighting illuminates the sky overhead, which seems to fit perfectly with the scene, though it’s not raining—not yet anyway. Something tells me there’s about to be a shift in the atmosphere, and as my black boots hit the ancient wood of the drawbridge that has bidden entrance here for upward of a thousand years, I can feel the electricity in the air.Thunder rolls across the blackened sky, the boom echoing deep within me. Lola clutches my hand more tightly and lets out a little whimper. “It’s okay,” I tell her, forcing a smile to my lips. “Everything is just fine.”She looks up at me, her wide green eyes filled with anxiety, and her head rocks back and forth, but I know she doesn’t believe a word I’ve said. Why should she? I don’t believe it either.On my other side, Coit walks more confidently. At seventeen, my brother is the epitome of the
Emory“Take my daughter… to be a feeder.”My father’s words echo around the throne room as I stand behind him with my throat so constricted, I can hardly breathe, let alone speak. I can’t believe the words that have come from his mouth, and by the look on Vampire King Kane’s face, neither can he.“What in the hell are you talking about?” the king asks. “You want me to take your daughter? To replace the debt you still owe me for waging war against my lands for all of these years?” He is standing on a dais, but as he speaks, he descends one step. He’s still a good ten feet away from us and probably three feet taller than my father in this position, who is six foot one. I’m sure that King Kane is taller than my father anyway, but from this angle, he looks like a giant baring down on my father, an angry giant.I am more than a little angry myself as I try to process what is happening. I hear Lola begin to whimper, and with her cries, my father flinches. I’ve also heard a startled gasp fro
EmoryLola?Lola!The word my father has just spoken fills my head with shock as I try to process what is happening. For the second time in only a few minutes, I cannot believe what my father is saying.My eyes immediately go to the Vampire King who is clearly surprised by what my father just said, too, because he is sitting bolt upright in his chair.For a brief second, my eyes meet the king’s, and we are looking at one another intensely, sharing a moment of disbelief, sharing a moment of surprise. And in my mind, I am also wondering if I see a hint of disappoint in his eyes as he realizes it is not me that my father is beckoning.As far as I know, the king should’ve had no idea which of us was Lola, but with that reaction, I am thinking he must have. But then, he is an intelligent leader who has been the king of Crimson Peak for decades. His youthful looks are a common deception amongst vampires; he is old and wise. He must know his enemies well.He must know that Lola is my little
Emory“Take her away.”The Vampire King’s declaration echoes off of the walls of the throne room as he turns around to walk away. The two men who had been flanking him for the entire length of the meeting move forward, toward me.“Does this mean we have a deal?” my father calls after King Kane, and obviously, my father has decided in the span of a few moments that he is no longer concerned about the fact that he said he didn’t want to let me take my little sister’s place. Apparently, if it means the debt is paid, he’s willing to give up any of his children.Well, the female ones anyway.The Vampire King turns around and looks at my father for a few seconds before he simply says, “Fuck off, Bernard,” and then turns around to go.I believe that probably does mean that the debt is forgiven and the king is too busy presently to take care of filing whatever paperwork needs to be handled in order to make sure that is the case, but I don’t know.And at the moment, I have more important matte
KaneA million thoughts are flying through my head as I make my way down the hallway toward the rose garden, Rainer, my best friend and second, at my side. I can tell he is dying to say something, but even he has to be careful at a time like this not to say something to piss me off, and he knows it.As we approach the door that leads out to the rose garden, located on the south lawn, about fifty yards from the castle, Rainer says, “Well… that was unexpected.”All I can do at first is grunt as my mind goes back over what has just happened. While I had known better than to expect Alpha Bernard to show up here with the money he owed me—in its entirety, anyway—I had no idea that he was going to try to convince me to take one of his children instead.And then… when he’d told me it was the younger girl, the one that’s barely out of diapers compared to me at a hundred and forty-seven, well… I wanted to just kill him and be done with it.But… then a remarkable thing had happened. With absolut