Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen.

Zeke

Over the years, I'd lessened my intake of blood. Mainly because of its intoxication, and addiction.

I relaxed into my swivel chair, watching the starry night through the open ceiling. This place was my little alcove; hidden from the rest of the castle. It was where I could always unwind, and get away from the pressuring life of royalty.

Glass after glass of blood, and I found myself becoming tipsy. I couldn't think. Couldn't feel.

All I could see was- her. Everything in my room reminded me of her. When she'd moved out of my room the first time, she left her clothes in the closet. Even her perfumes were still intact. And now that she was finally gone, they were still there.

My wedding with Darcel was in two weeks. And Lord knew I wasn't looking forward to it.

“Loosen up, Zeke. Twisting your face like that would only scare women away from you.” A familiar voice tore through my self-wallowing.

I turned my chair around to face the man who was leaning against the ent