Tough truth.

Katherine came back to her senses just to find herself on the sofa with Greg by her side. She was still dizzy, but it did not stop her from offering him an accusing look.

- Prince?- She hissed at him.

- There was no occasion to tell you that.- The man said in a soft voice.

- On the contrary, there were more than a few to tell me you are a prince, and your father is a freaking King of vampires. - Luna replied, sitting slowly. She was mad at Greg, not for lying to her, but because he gave her no chance to prepare herself. Greg offered her his hand as a support, but she dismissed him with a wave.

King Marcus rose from his seat; he probably returned there while she was unconscious.

He came closer, and Katherine felt like the weakness was taking over her again.

- Dad, could you? - Greg looked at his father, pointing to him.

- What do you mean? - The King asked, confused.

- Your aura, could you tame it down a bit? I think it is too much for Katherine, and we need her with us to cont