Mary

“So what’s it like being the blood slave to the king?” Nevaeh asked me as we were sitting down at the table enjoying some fresh squeezed orange juice and scrambled eggs. After my rendezvous with Nikolai this morning I was starving. Who knew that being a meal for a Vampire would leave you so damn hungry.

“Umm.. I’m not really sure yet.” I answered honestly. “He’s pretty brooding and really bossy, but I guess that’s what comes with being King.”

“Hmm..” Nevaeh said, while pushing her eggs around her plate with her fork, I could tell something was on her mind, but she seemed nervous to ask.

“Nevaeh,” I called to her, causing her eyes to look up from her plate and look into mine as I reached over the table to grab her hand in mine, hoping to calm her nerves, “You know you can ask me anything right?”

Nevaeh squiggled in her seat; from the way she was acting, I knew whatever she wanted to ask was going to be bad. She looked around to make sure no one was within earshot before whispering,