All Chapters of A Queen Among Darkness: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I can’t believe I’m going on my first date with Isolde. I feel like we’ve done things a bit backwards. First, we practically moved in together, then came the making out, and now comes our first date. Usually, it’s meant to go in reverse order, but I can’t say that I’m complaining. Never in my life did I believe I would be living with a supernatural, let alone dating one, but I can honestly say this is the happiest I’ve ever been, and maybe I’m crazy because I know it’s far too soon for this, but I think I’m falling in love with her. It’s too soon, right? She was my enemy a week ago, not that I ever had a reason to see her as one aside from very effective indoctrination. Then again, the term 'love at first sight' exists for a reason. All I know is that I’ve never been as happy as I am with Isolde. She’s stunning, intelligent, strong, and compassionate and even though we haven’t gone above foreplay I can safely say, the woman is packing major skills. I admit I am missing my family, eve

The bartender finally decides to intervene, and I watch as this cock sucker gets his ass kicked out, and the young woman sitting and watching anxiously is finally joined by her partner who is looking at the scene in confusion and alarm as he goes to comfort her. Meanwhile, I take slow breaths to calm myself down as Isolde peppers featherlight kisses against my cheek. I’m still mad she stopped me, but the kisses feel really good. “Ladies? Your table is ready, if you’ll just follow me,” the hostess announces as she comes over to us. “Come on, let’s go eat,” Isolde coaxes me, letting me go and taking my hand. I take another deep breath, gather our purses, walk to our table with her and take our seats. I attempt to pull my hand back, but Isolde tightens her hold. I raise a questioning eyebrow. “I don’t want you to be mad,” she says, brushing her thumb over my knuckles. “Well, I am. Why did you stop me? That asshole had it coming. He was mean to that woman, and he disrespected us,” I say

Coming home from our date I feel like I’m riding the biggest high, despite the fact Isolde was forced to pay since I am without any of my personal belongings, credit card included. We spent the rest of the night dancing and while my feet are absolutely killing me, the pain was worth it. Something about Isolde seems different. As she walks up the steps of her home she seems lighter. She’s still smiling and she’s radiating happy vibes. Watching her, I feel tears prick my eyes as I start to choke up. I did that. I brought her happiness. I’ve spent all these years bringing people death, pain, and misery. Knowing only bloodshed. This is the first time I’ve been able to bring someone genuine joy, and I’m so glad it’s her. Not just because she deserves it after the hell she has been through, but because she makes me happy too. I want to be able to make her feel the way she makes me feel. Isolde opens the door and looks back at me, her brows knitting in concern, “Is everything okay?” I smil

I’ve been awake for the past hour just watching Valeria sleep peacefully in my arms, wishing I could hold onto this moment forever. Last night was the single greatest night of my whole life. It was the most perfect date – assholes aside – followed by sex that to call mind-blowing would not do it justice, and yet now as I watch her sleep all I can do is panic. I felt the moment part of the bond clicked into place, like my soul was reaching out and trying to latch itself to hers. I could feel the echoes of her contentment, her bliss, her wonder and her pleasure and as happy as I was, I knew I’d screwed up. I just got so caught up in this wonderful magical night and her wanting me as much as I wanted her that I didn’t stop to think. I should have told her about our bond before it got to this point. I owed her that honesty, and now I have no choice but to tell her. She may be human, but the bond will still affect her. My touch will be more intense, our need for each other stronger, and s

My feet lead me through the forest on autopilot, my mind such a storm of thoughts and conflicted emotions that I’m not remotely paying attention to where I’m going. You’d probably think that since I’m a venatrix I’d be disgusted by the idea of magic having a hand in our relationship, but I’m honestly not, I’m just hurt that she didn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth. It feels like deep down she still thinks I’m that deadly venatrix who will turn around and kill her the moment something she says doesn’t line up with things I was trained to believe and that hurts me deeply. I thought we were closer and I thought I was making a lot of strides. Then again, I suppose I can understand her fears. The first time we met I did point a gun at her with every intention to shoot, though at least now I understand why I couldn’t bring myself to pull the trigger. Why the entire time I’ve been here I never felt in danger or disgusted to be around her. She’s my soulmate. Or animai as they called i