บททั้งหมดของ THE STING OF THE VAMPIRE'S BITE : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

KEILAH The moment Damien closed the door, I let out a long, shaky breath, the tension in my chest finally easing. "That was embarrassing," I muttered under my breath, slumping against the edge of the bed. My body felt like it had been wrung out, my nerves still buzzing from his presence.I stayed there for a moment, letting my heartbeat slow before deciding it was time to pull myself together. With a sigh, I pushed myself off the floor, only to feel the cursed blanket wrap itself around my legs. Before I could stop it, gravity had its way, and I tumbled back down, landing hard and awkwardly on my face.“Holy shit,” I hissed, tasting blood on the tip of my tongue where I’d bitten it during the fall. I groaned, untangling myself from the blanket. The sting in my forehead added to the indignity of the moment.Finally freeing myself from the blanket, I stumbled to the bathroom. Flipping on the light, I leaned over the sink and stared into the mirror. My reflection wasn’t as bad as I fear

KEILAH I clenched my fists, her words cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. I hated feeling powerless. I hated standing still while Damien was slipping further away. Every fibre of my being screamed at me to act, to do something, anything, but Garbie’s words were a harsh reminder of my limits.I turned away from her, my chest heaving as I struggled to calm the storm inside me. My mind whirled with thoughts of Damien, of those black veins crawling across his skin.What was I even doing here? How could I possibly help?But no matter how hard I tried to convince myself to step back, to listen to reason, a small, stubborn part of me refused. I couldn’t just wait. I couldn’t just accept that there was nothing I could do.I turned back to Garbie, determination hardening my voice. “You might think I can’t help,” I said, my voice steady despite the fear bubbling inside me, “but I have to try. Your king… he’s not just some vampire to me. He saved me and protected me, even when he didn’t have

DAMIEN Deirdre's soft laughter vibrated against my chest, a melody that soothed the storm inside me. “You’re holding me so tightly, Damien,” she murmured, her voice tinged with gentle humour. “Are you sure you’re okay?”I pulled back just enough to look at her, searching her face for any trace of deception, any sign that this was another cruel trick of the throne or my own fractured mind. But there was none. Her eyes held nothing but love and warmth.“I don’t want to let go,” I admitted, my voice raw. “Not after what I’ve been through. I can’t lose you again.”Her expression softened, and she reached up to brush her fingers along my jawline, her touch featherlight. “You’ll never lose me, my love. I promised you that a long time ago, didn’t I?” She smiled, her thumb tracing the edge of my cheek. A mischievous glint lit up her gaze, and her lips curved into a teasing smirk. “Did you forget who I am?” she said, her tone a playful

SETHThe air felt thick with rage as I leapt through the night, the weight of Draven’s anger hanging over me like a suffocating smoke. I could still feel the burn in my throat from where his hands had gripped me. King Draven had never looked at me that way before. Never with such ferocity. I had seen him angry over the years, but this... this was different. It was like he was seeing me as a stranger—someone who betrayed him, who threatened what was most precious to him. And it was all because of her. Keilah. That damn human girl. She had become a thorn in my side, and my patience had finally snapped.I could feel the burn of my fangs, the ache to feed, to rip into something, anything, to calm the fire within me. I pushed my speed harder, my surroundings blurring around me, until I reached the edge of the mountains, where the wild creatures roamed freely.Without hesitation, I launched myself into the woods, the familiar rush of bloodlust flooding my senses. My eyes narrowed as I caugh

KEILAH The hum of the car engine filled the silence between us. Outside, the landscape rolled by in an endless blur—twisting roads, shadowed hills, and darkening skies that stretched on and on. It was the kind of silence that felt heavy with unspoken words and the weight of secrets neither of us wanted to touch yet.Damien sat in the driver’s seat, his tall, broad frame looking perfectly at ease. One hand gripped the wheel with an easy firmness, the other resting against his knee. His face, illuminated faintly by the glow of the dashboard lights, was carved from stone—sharp angles, impassive features, and those eyes. Even though they were fixed on the road, I knew they missed nothing.I shifted in my seat for what felt like the hundredth time, unable to get comfortable. Ever since I got in the car with Damien, my neck burned with an irritating itch—a deep stinging sensation that I couldn’t ignore. I scratched at the spot absentmindedly, fingers brushing over the mark. It wasn't the