Seven

“Princess, why do you always sit and stare at the ceiling when you wake up? Is there something bothering you, my love?” Damien asked as he sat next to me on the bed, “A penny for thoughts, please, because I'm worried about you.”

“Nothing bothers me, dad. I was just thinking about my life and how grateful I am,” I replied.

“So, what are you grateful for?” he asked, and I took a deep breath before looking him in the eyes.

“I’m just grateful for how my life has turned out thanks to meeting you, Mum, and my amazing friends. I kept wondering what my life would have been like without you all. I would have been miserable and helpless, if not dead. Thank you, dad, I love you,” I said.

I was lying to him yet again. The truth was that I had the same nightmare about my parents dying, but this time it was different because the vampire king was there and he was the one doing the killing, and this time he smiled at me as he approached me, dragging the bloodied sword on the ground. I shivered in fea