BRAN One look at the man’s face and Edgar already knew what had happened.It was so easy to guess.Maria’s previous form had been striking, but she had not been beautiful, nor had she been she attractive. With her new form however, all a man had to do was look at her and he would get hard as a pike. And that was exactly why Bran had put Edgar in charge of delivering her meals or pretty much anything that had to do with her. Not only was Edgar the most controlled man Bran had ever met, he would also a good man. He would never touch a woman without her consent.That goodness was exactly what had carried Edgar into the throne room, pulling him back away from his uncle, whom he had been just a few seconds away from killing.When the rage had evaporated and he could think clearly, Bran grudgingly admitted to himself that he was grateful Edgar had stopped him. He already had enough on his plate. Adding the death of his uncle by his hands on top of all that might just push him over the edge
MARIA Shivers racked her body and she curved more on the cot, folding into herself as if it could provide more warmth to her icy cold body.She had her hands wrapped around herself as she shook, her teeth gnashing against each other. Tremors racked her frame and as the next wave hit her, she held stiff, hoping that it would fend off the shaking, but all it did was worsen and when the next wave hit her, she whimpered.Maria didn’t know how it was possible for her to feel both hot and cold at the same time, but that was what she was feeling right now.Where her hand touched her skin, it burned her like she had put her hand directly into hot water. And yet she felt cold. So cold that she wished the small window in the room would suddenly disappear and she would be wrapped in complete heat.She wanted to cry because there was no blanket or piece of clothing for her to cover herself with. She couldn’t even think about using her cloak because the damn thing was on a pile on the floor, cove
MARIA Surely, she had not heard him correctly.“What?” She asked, expecting him to say something totally different. Her ears had probably decided to play tricks on her, or perhaps the fever had affected them.Was that possible?“You’ll be spending the night here.” He repeated, pushing away from the doorframe and taking several steps towards her. “The same for the next couple of nights until the physician thinks it’s safe for you to go back.”Oh.Her eyes darted to Edgar, who was walking into what looked like a closet. “There was a physician?”“Yes. He thinks your cell should be cleaned and aired before you go back in there.” Her captor said with a stoic expression, standing with his legs planted wide in a stance so blatantly male that she was left with no choice but to ogle him. “It is being cleaned as we speak, but seeing as the room isn’t very… open, it might take a while, which is why you wouldn’t be going there until later this week.”So he was letting her stay in this room for t
MARIA “What are you doing here?” It was the second time she was asking him that question and like the first time, he ignored her, staring at her with a blank expression that somehow managed to make her feel like she had done something wrong. She really didn’t know what his issue was. He’d come into the room, took one look at her, stormed outside, then stormed back into the room, parked his ass on the bedside table and proceeded to stare at her with that eerily blank expression. He was really starting to creep her out. There was something seriously wrong with the man. She didn’t know how he could stare at her and then pretend that he wasn’t hearing a single thing she was saying. The physician that he’d spoken about never showed up and she didn’t know why. She didn’t bother to ask because she already felt loads better than she did yesterday and gods, she couldn’t explain what it felt like to sleep in an actual bed after so long. It had been surreal. She’d slept like a baby throug
MARIA She took longer in the closet than she should have and that was because after wearing her clothes—another sundress, but this one was shorter—she stayed in there for a bit, trying to calm herself and get over the humiliation of the rejection she’d just faced.She knew that he wanted her—at least he had wanted that kiss. She had seen it in his eyes, but then it was like it disappeared the next moment and instead of pulling her to him, he was pushing her away. Of all the things he’d done, that was perhaps the worst thing he had ever done to her.How ever was she going to face him?Well, with her head held high and her shoulders shoved back because she had stalled long enough in here and it was only a matter of time before he came in here and hauled her ass out. He wouldn’t even care if she was naked. The man was that cruel.Now, if only she had her powers, she would have easily woven a glamour over her face. The look would be one of nonchalance, one so perfect that it would have hi
BRAN Bran shot out of his throne seat, lunging towards Maria as if he could break her fall and catch her before she hit the ground, but she was already on the ground. He’d been too angry to notice the way her eyes were fluttering and the red haze that covered his vision had stopped him from catching the little movement where she swayed on her feet.He turned accusing eyes on the oracle. “What the fuck did you do to her?”“Watch your tone,” The oracle warned, her creepy eyes flashing in what he assumed was anger. “I didn’t do anything. You were sitting right here.”That was true. He had been sitting right there and the oracle had not touched Maris. But it didn’t mean she had not done anything to her. Why else had Maria fainted?“Then what happened?” He wondered out loud.“I don’t know. She looks a bit pale.” The oracle drew closer, her head tilted appraisingly and a curious look on her fcae. She stopped when she was just in front of him where he was crouched in front of Maria, then sh
BRAN Bran never thought the day would come when he would witness the castle under attack.The vampires didn’t have much enemies and even the few they had wouldn’t dare launch an attack on the king’s house directly. Bran was known far and wide for his ruthlessness and unforgiving nature—people knew better than to cross him. At least smart people did.But perhaps he had underestimated Ariti.Other than the sorcerer messenger he’d sent to strike the exchange deal with him—the one Bran had refused—, he hadn’t shown any interest in getting his daughter back.Until now.Bran was in the throne room having a discussion with the commander of his army when one of his men had rushed in, gasping and shaking with fear.“What is it?” The commander asked, sitting taller, every fibre of his being now at alert.Bran watched silently. He was now at alert too, but he didn’t show any reaction to the man’s sudden presence. No one would dare burst into the room in such manner if what they wanted to say wa
MARIA She staggered, dizzy rom the tracing. Her vision was blurry and she held on to her captor’s arm for a few moments longer, before she could finally see well, then she let him go.She pointedly ignored his gaze because she knew that if she looked at him, she would probably see eyes full of anger.When she looked around, she saw that they were in the middle of a forest. Right I the middle of a forest. Was that his intention or had they somehow landed here by mistake?“What is this place?” She asked when she finally turned to him. “What are we doing here?”He didn’t answer her, as she had expected. He merely looked at her then looked away, sweeping his eyes across the thick masses of trees as if he was searching for something.The path where they were standing was a thin one, as if it had been cleared specifically for just one person to pass through. And he’d traced here, which meant that he had been here before. For what reason? She didn’t know, and she was not sure that she was i