All Chapters of Passions Rising: A Forbidden Vampiric Love Story: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

It felt like forever sitting in the cell waiting for George or anyone to rescue her. It always felt cold down there and she could imagine spirits of those who died lost down and forgotten down there stood with her still. It wasn’t the most comforting feeling or thought to think of. Many of the spirits would be enemies of her father and his predecessors. She couldn’t see them thinking much of her. Then Tatiana kept returning to question her. That was a highlight of Ana’s time there in the cell. She could be as obnoxious as she liked. Tatiana didn’t have any power over what happened to her down there. All Tatiana could do was question Ana or accuse her of various things. She grew desperate to catch Ana up on something, anything.Tatiana went all the way back to when they were all in the nursery and accused Ana of reading her diary. Ana smoothly reminded Tatiana that at the time she accused Ana of reading her diary, Ana wasn’t old enough to know how to

George knew this escape was risky, dangerous, and foolhardy at worst. But this was the Emperor’s wish. Remove Ana from the dungeons and don’t let him know where he’s hidden her. He’d handle the rest, whatever that was.George didn’t like the timeline, either. The emperor didn’t set a date or even a timeline. George needed to keep Ana hidden until he hear otherwise. How would the emperor do that if he didn’t know where George and Ana hid? This didn’t make any sense right now, but if the emperor wanted this. Then George would do it.George tried to focus on the plan, but the seam up the back of Ana’s calves kept distracting him. Not because they were crooked, but because they disappeared beneath her skirt. That tempted him more than a bleeding enemy while he was hungry.That would be another problem. He needed to work out. They both needed to feed, but they couldn’t trust just any feeder to keep their secret.He hated the idea, but the Emperor and Edger were no help on

“Take this blood sample. I want to test this sample and have it compared to all royal house lineages. If there’s a match, I want to know about it immediately. Do I make myself clear? Focus on the Van Der Naught bloodline.” “Your eminence, that bloodline ended…”Franco summoned the head expert who recorded and verified the lineages of the Vampiric Empire and its families. “I said focus on it! Are they a member of the Elite or Royal Caste? Do they hold the seat of the Van Der Naughts? I want the results as soon as possible, and you are to keep this quiet. No one and I repeat, no one is to learn of this. Including the Crown Princess Tatiana, she will now know nothing about this. Leave the same way you came in.” Franco didn’t want to hear this. All he wanted was to know he’d not sentenced Adriana to death because fate gave her a life partner who wasn’t a member of the correct caste. If he was Violetta and Caun’s son,

Ana tried to enjoy the food once the staff delivered it. Her problem sat across from her, eating as well. George, she felt like he permeated everything around her. That’s how aware Ana felt of him. Once he entered the cabin, it felt so small. His presence appeared everywhere, his scent quickly filled every corner of the tiny space. Ana had never been so aware of a bed in her life as right now. She didn’t taste the food or wine, because all she could taste was that kiss. This wasn’t fair. What did she do in a previous life to deserve this kind of torture? She’d learn her lesson if this would just stop, and someone explain what she did that she’d done and how horrible it was. “This is the first time I’ve taken a boat to the city. How long is it, anyway?” Ana didn’t know what to talk to him about, but the silence between them felt stifling. They needed to speak about something. Anything at this point. She wanted to talk about the kiss

George knew that the dark animal that hid in the shadows of his mind had come out to play. It always did when he got away from him. This was one of the reasons he didn’t allow his anger any freedom. Today, though, George missed the signs and now he rode the thrill of the hunt. The pleasure of the capture, and the female beneath him. His female, under his control. He had to do with as he wanted, and he wanted her. If Ana hadn’t fled like that from him like that, he might have been able to control himself. But she tried to put distance between them. Funny, he’d not heard Ana say the word no. Nor did she push him away. As he sank deeper into their kiss, George’s tongue caressed Ana’s fangs, which made her gasp and shiver into his kiss. That slight movement against his raging need had George’s groans turning into growls of pleasure. His hand found her skirt inching up her thigh. Ana’s eyes lit with excitement when his hand encountered