Chapter 41: A Deal With A Vampire

WAS it because of the rage in Zachary’s eyes? The worry in his voice? Or was it the agitation in my heart or the increasing pain in my shoulder? Oh, I really couldn’t tell which one was the cause. All I know was that the second he held me, my tears started to fall.

It had been so long since I last had someone who would get angry for me whenever I would get hurt.

“Who the fuck did this to you?” he yelled as he quickly bit his palm. “Drink,” he commanded afterwards.

Pride will never save my life; I thought as I closed my eyes and grabbed his palm to drink his blood. He cussed for the second time when the bite mark did not disappear although the pain became bearable somehow.

“Why is it not healing? Damn it!”

I could feel His Majesty’s temper simmering. After a few seconds, I stopped drinking from his palm. In a blink of an eye, he was able to grab the knight’s sword and pointed it at his general.

“What have you done, Damon? I remember telling you that you will lose your head if something