8. Chapter Eight.

Every single person who had expressed concern for me either died or managed to reclaim it in some other way, like unspoken words.

The stinging pain of not being taken seriously now weighing heavily on me. One second I was kidnapped and being held a hostage for a pet to drink and now I was cuffed like a criminal ready to be killed or thrown into prison.

There was no way I could have known how much of this I could handle. Tears streamed down my face, and I felt as though my life was dying right before my eyes.

This time, it was brought on by the hurt I experienced as a result of being betrayed. Will it ever end, and when? I was only willing to go so far as to handcuff a human who was incapable of hurting a vampire. If I even had a human being in me at all.

What made it worse was that Prince Salvatore was staring at me with a murderous glare. I could feel my insides burning and couldn't take it from him any longer because the feeling was intolerable.

All I wanted was for him to hold me a