BRAN He paused when he stepped into the room, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. The rain was hitting the window faster and thunder boomed high in the sky. Lightning flashed just then, light trickling in through the window, from the space between the curtains. In the short flash, his eyes snagged on Maria’s small form on the bed. Was she sleeping? Wanting to see her better, he reached for the light switch and flicked it, turning it on. Light filled the room and Bran’s eyes immediately landed on the one thing he sought. Or person in this case. He was shocked to see that she was already staring at him—through slitted eyes. She was lying on one side of the bed with the sheets pulled up to her chin. When he’d walked into the room, he had thought that she would be sleeping what with the lights off and the view of her curled on the bed, so he was quite surprised to see that she had lifted her head from the bed and was glaring at him. What reason did she have to look at him li
MARIA Oh shit.Oh shit.Those two words were the only things that kept repeating in Maria’s head as the vampire slanted his lips over hers in a dominating kiss. There was no other word she could think of describe the way he was kissing her, but dominating.Her heart slammed against her ribcage as dimly, she realised that this was the vampire kissing her. Her captor. So many times had she wondered what it would be like to feel those firm pink lips on hers, to have them touching any part of her body at all, and now that he was kissing her…Gods, now that he was kissing her, she was just sitting there, frozen from shock, from the switch in events seeing as they had just been arguing a few seconds ago, and finally, doubt. Doubt that this was actually happening.She hd reason to doubt, didn’t she? The man barely tolerated her, ignoring her when she asked questions and barking at her when he was in a peculiar mood to answer—which was rarely. And again, they had been fighting just a second
MARIAThe vampire stalked through the door, not even bothering to knock.He took one look at Maria standing a few feet away from the bed with her hands behind her, struggling to pull up the zipper of the gown, his eyes falling to her thighs where the dress had ridden up to reveal a bare expanse of skin, then he turned away with a dismissive, “Get ready, we’re leaving in five minutes.”She threw him a glare that he didn’t see because he was already slamming the door shut.As if she was deliberately delaying on purpose.The gown that the maid had given to Maria last night turned out to be even shorter than she’d thought it was, but if that was the only problem with the gown, she wouldn’t have been complaining.Not only did the gown stop at mid-thigh—sure, she wore a lot of gowns that stopped mid-thigh, but then they weren’t flared—it also had a neckline that dipped very low, as low as the tops of her breasts, and to top it all off, the gown was tight. Which made it very hard for her to
BRAN “Does she do that a lot?” “It’s not the first time.” “So she does that to avoid being held accountable for her actions.” “She’s not doing it on purpose,” Bran snapped without really meaning to, then cursed and threw the shot of blood into the back of his throat. Swivelling on his feet, he turned around and faced an equally pissed Corey. Ignoring the confused look the man threw at him, he went on. “She fell ill recently and she’s been blinking out a lot. She’s still not fully healed yet, and all through the journey, she didn’t eat anything. I assume that’s why she passed out.” Corey still watched me with that confused line between his brows, eyes narrowed. “How long was the journey?” “Three days,” Bran stalked over to one of the chairs and dropped down on it, draping his hands on the armrest and steeping his fingers in, fighting the urge to check on the sorceress just to make sure that she was okay. He didn’t have to. The house had countless maids and one of them had been p
BRAN He shouldn't be in here. He really shouldn't be in here. But he didn't want her to die. She was still his only hope of getting to his sister—although with every day that passed, be was beginning to second guess that fact—and if she died, then he might as well kiss any hopes of reuniting with his sister goodbye.And that just couldn't happen. He wasn't going to fail her as he had failed his parents. So he told himself that he was just going to see her for himself and make sure that she was still breathing. Only then would he leave.And that was exactly why he found himself sitting on the chair on the far end of her room. From his spot, he had a direct line of sight to her bed, so even if he didn't really want to look at her, he had no choice but to. Her small form lay curled on the bed under the sheets and he assumed that the maid had tucked her in. She was curled into herself in a defensive pose that he knew very well. It was one that men used when they were defending blows f
MARIA The maid stood frozen with the bed linens in her hands, staring at Maria as though she had spoken a language that Maria didn’t quite understand. With how wide and round her eyes were, one would think that Maria had asked her to behead a man and bring the head to her.When the woman just continued to stand there without saying anything, Maria repeated the question. “Is there any other entrance apart from the one out front?”The woman snapped out of her trance and stood straight, fixing Maria with a susceptive gaze. “Why do you ask?”Maria shrugged nonchalantly. “Just wondering.”To say that the woman didn’t believe her would be an understatement, but she wisely refused from questioning Maria further. “No, the house does not have any other entrance.”The woman’s eyes darted away for a split second when she’d uttered the words and that was enough for Maria to know that the woman was lying to her. She probably thought that Maria was asking so that she would escape and if that was wh
MARIA She hadn't seen him in almost a week. She wasn't sure that she'd ever gone that long without seeing the vampire even when she still used to live in her cell, and she was now starting to believe that the vampire might actually want to kill her. But then why did he keep feeding her? Did he want her to die fresh and well fed? It had to be him ordering the maid to bring her food because it definitely wasn't his friend. The man probably hated her more than the vampire did and if it were up to him, she'd probably be sleeping down in the dungeons—or dead. Since the vampire hadn't told her much about Corey's mate that she'd supposedly killed, she'd asked the maid, Olivia, about her and the woman had willingly filled her in on everything about the late woman, down to her favourite meal. Maria noticed, however, that Olivia didn't speak about the late woman reverently. There had been no emotion or inflection in her voice as she'd talked about the woman and one time, Maria had wondere
BRAN“They remind me of when we used to train back at your castle.”Bran’s eyes found Corey’s who was standing beside him, but the man wasn’t looking at him. He leaned forward to rest on the picket fence as he watched the children training with their swords in the training grounds.“I believe we started earlier than they did, didn’t we?” Without waiting for Bran to reply, Corey turned to him with a curious line in his brows. “Do you still keep in touch with Lancaster?”Bran frowned at the mention of the name, his mind struggling to put a face to it and when he did, he frowned. Lancaster was another kid in their little circle back when they used to train at the palace and they’d all been tight until they weren’t anymore.Everyone had gone about doing their own thing while Lancaster had grown into an insufferable prick. He’d thought himself above everyone else—even Bran who had been the crown prince—and him and Bran had gotten into several fights. Eventually, they’d cut ties.Bran shrugg