Chapter Thirteen

XIII – A matter of love and death

Somewhere, in the numbing haze of it all, she could hear it: her heart, her poor beating heart practically exposed to the frigid air.

It was beating slower and slower like a fading cry, as though she was… she was dying, isn’t she? And she knows, can feel it deep in bones that have yet to be broken that she is, she just know it, without a doubt, without even bothering to raise her gaze to look at the King of Vampires who had gone silent as he stared at her heart beat in motion, looking so completely enthralled, as though he had never seen a human heart before.

Finally, keeping his other hand wrapped around her still-bleeding throat where a large, gaping hole pulsed like a second