Semua Bab Falling for the Vampire Prince: Bab 61 - Bab 70

DANTE When I started seeing Kira as more than just a pet, I knew that things were not going to be the same. From the waves of her red hair, to her creamy skin, to her heart-shaped lips, she captured my attention in ways even Dahlia couldn’t. She was my kryptonite, the one I would go above beyond for. If my enemies knew that, knew who she was, then it was going to be a problem because they would try to use her against me. Thus far, that hasn’t happened, and for now, I’m cherishing the moment-our moment together with her wrapped up in my arms. She thought I didn’t want her; she thought I didn’t want to take her virginity. Fuck, she was tempting and I wanted all that. I wanted my baby to have her first everything with me-first laugh, first kiss, first dance, first sexual experience-I wanted us to have that together. Her assumptions where irking. But I wanted her-well us to have sex when she was ready. Now wasn’t the time and I could tell by the beating o

KIRAI felt free, liberated, like a bird that had just been let out of its cage. The burden of two years ago was no longer eating me alive. For so long, I had carried the weight of my sexual assault around like baggage and no matter how I tried to ignore it, it kept creeping up on me like a rash that refused to go away.I hadn’t told anyone about what Austen did to me. The only people that knew about it were the people involved: Austen, I, Zana and probably Master Rindall. My other ‘jailmates’ that night were asleep, almost like they were drugged. Even if they did hear something, they wouldn’t care enough or be brave enough to come to my rescue.But Dante cared and Dante listened. For a while after the assault, I used to think that it was my fault that it happened. I let Austen’s words manipulate my thoughts and I felt disgusted with myself, but not anymore. Dante didn’t look at me with disgust, nor did he look at me with pity

“My Lord, to what do we owe this surprise visit?”I was on a  very tight schedule today, one that I had gone over with Zander on the drive here. The roads were familiar and it brought back memories. Nothing had changed; the establishment was still the same lavish, well-put together, bricked building that housed the many humans whose hopes and dreams they devoured. I didn’t have time for small talk and I especially didn’t have time for fake smiles, ass kissers and fake pleasantries.Master Rindall should know that by now.The aged and supposedly wise vampire, who was part of the original vampires, ushered Zander and I into his office, and gave us seats across from him. He offered us blood also but I respectfully declined and so did Zander, obviously. I knew what the source was and that alone was enough for me to lose the little self-control I had on this fine winter morning.His curiosity was evident as he searched

DANTE The other four guards, upon the realization of the death of their leader became so enraged that they forgot who I was and launched an all out attack. I mind-linked Zander and the other guards to stand down, opting to handle the situation my own way. It was a rarity for me to land the first blow. I always liked my opponent, or in this case opponents, to land an attack. The severity of the attack and what mood I was in determined my counter-attack. A fist landed on my face, striking me in the cheek and forcing my head to roll to the side.  I could taste the metallic flavor of blood on my own skin and I laughed internally. My head turned back in time to intercept another attack from another minion. The one that landed the first attack, a blonde haired guy, eyed me with so much rage that you would think I killed his mate. I looked pointedly at him with an evil smirk. “My turn.”

DANTE “I’m looking for two people.”He raised a brow. “Oh?”“They are members of La Casa Blanche actually.” That made him slam the glass on the table rather loudly, drawing even more than the usual attention. “Why do you want to see them?” “You’re getting agitated,” I noted. “I haven’t even said their names.” I was walking on very thin ice, this I needed to thread carefully. One small slip-up and everything would go to shit. “Do engage me, Prince Dante, who are the members you’re looking for?” “Coral and Zane Flynn.” The bastards that murdered Kira’s family. He threw another drink back and was silent for a while, looking at everywhere but me, before his eyes regained their focus.