“My Lady!” Violet ran into my room uninvited. I swiftly pulled my fingers out from my waistband and tried to banish all thoughts of Magnus’ magnificent moustache from my mind. “WHAT is the meaning of this?!” “My Lady! I am sorry to disturb you but Lord Brandt has returned.” I sat up, Violet was wringing her hands together, twisting her fingers so hard they looked as though they may break. “Sebastien has returned? Since when?” “I - I don’t know My Lady. I didn’t see him arrive. I was by the throne room-” “Get to the point girl!” I snapped. I was still picturing how Magnus’ moustache would look fluttering between my legs. “Uh - there - there was a loud commotion My Lady. Lots of shouting and screaming. I peered in and Lord Lyksborg was there...” Shit. Lyksborg and Sebastien. I bet fucking Adelaide Knox is also involved, somehow. Stupid bitch. The doors are smashed, My Lady... General Magnus went in and I thought he would deal with it, but...” “But?!” “There

Bmm. Bmm. Bm. Bm. B.  Brandt’s heart throbs its last in my hand. His eyes had widened in shock as my claws penetrated his chest.   He’d grabbed hold of my arm but we both knew it was too late. My fingers had found his Stygian organ and wrapped themselves around it of their own accord.   I’d yanked my arm back, leaving a gaping wound in his chest, just as Carlotta had started her caterwauling. 

“My feelings weren’t in jest anymore.” I wasn’t really expecting to wake up to a tearful Lise confessing. Then again, I’m not sure I was expecting to wake up. I knew there was something going on between Lars and Lise though! The way he watched her all the time; looking to her for approval. The way she smiled whenever he was mentioned in conversation; or the way that smile got bigger when he entered the room. Did they waste all that time wondering if the other felt the same way? I take a deep breath in. No wonder Lise is tearful. I try to soothe her, but I know that nothing is going to fill the emptiness Lars’ death has left in her life. I enjoyed the sensations of cuddling with them both, until Lise mentioned becoming a vampire. I would have been annoyed but I was more intrigued by her ‘queen’ comment. What does that even mean? It must mean something because I feel Rasmus physically cringe as the word leaves her lips. Then she gets up. I might have just woken up bu

Well, thank you King of Interference.   It’s been two days and I’m already sick of the ‘Council’ as the heads of state have styled themselves. I’m not sure how they think I’m going to sort everything in two days but I’m half tempted to wipe them out. I spot Torstein walking toward my office through the open door.  “Torstein! You realise that since you oh-so-kindly got the heads of state to ‘unanimously vote me in’ they’ve been hounding me like I owe them something?!”  “Well show them you don’t.

Agnete glanced at Torstein, who shrugged “Leda’s not the most formal person you’ve ever met.” We stopped at the door. “Leda, this is Mathias’ wife Agnete. Agnete, this is Leda – you’re right; she’s our queen. But she won’t accept any titles.” “Of course.” she answered, smiling her dead smile again.  I knew better than to believe her: she didn’t understand in the slightest. She allowed us to pass her, and we stood