Semua Bab The Vampire Prince Wants My Blood : Bab 71 - Bab 80

I woke up slowly, the kind of slow that only came after a night that felt unreal. It felt like a dream you didn’t want to rush out of. For a moment, I stayed still, my body wrapped in warm sheets that smelled faintly of Domenic. His scent lingered everywhere, dark and comforting and I felt completely safe.But when I shifted slightly and reached out, my hand met nothing but cool sheets. My eyes fluttered open only to find the space beside me was empty.I pushed myself up on my elbows and scanned the room, half-expecting him to come out of the bathroom or something. Instead, my gaze fell on a chair near the window where my clothes sat. They were neatly pressed and folded. I expected my clothes to be scattered all over the place after the rough and passionate sex we had last night, but it seems as if he’d handled my clothes with great care.A smile tugged at my lips as I remembered what happened last night. Domenic was rough and merciless. He showed me just how much he had been aching

Rage is not an unfamiliar emotion to me. I have lived years fueled by it, molded by it, ruling through it. Rage is discipline, rage is control, rage is the blade I learned to wield before mercy ever crossed my mind.But what I felt when I saw his hands on her, that was something else entirely.It wasn’t rage.It was annihilation.I was still standing with Lysander waiting for Kate so we could go to the cafeteria together when Quinn came running toward us. For once, Kate's best friend had a serious look in her eyes.“Domenic,” she said seriously immediately grabbing my attention. Not that Quinn was scared of me like the others, but she was normally to shy to even talk to me. “Kate is at the hallway talking to Jason; that douchebag ex of hers you scared when you first came to our school, and I don't trust that guy one bit."The name alone made my jaw tighten.Everything in me went still. I remembered him instantly. The pathetic excuse of a man I’d encountered on my first day here. The b

I had lost track of time again.The numbers on my computer screen blurred together, lines of reports and projections stacking on top of each other until they all felt the same. My office was quiet because everyone else has gone home and the building itself seems to exhale. The lights outside my glass walls were mostly off now, the city beyond the windows glowing faintly as dusk slid into night.Rita my secretary had hovered by my desk earlier, clutching her tablet like a shield, hesitation written all over her face. She always did that when she wanted to say something personal.“Sir,” she had said carefully, “do you want me to stay and help you wrap this up?”I didn’t even have to look at her to know she was tired. Rita worked hard, too hard sometimes and I wasn’t about to turn her into a mirror of myself.“No,” I had replied instantly. “Go home. You’ve done enough for today.”She had looked relieved, though she tried to hide it behind professionalism. I watched her gather her things,

I woke up choking.The smell that invaded my senses was so aggressive it felt like it had hands. Thick, acrid and unmistakable. Something was burning.For a few foggy seconds, I stayed where I was, half-buried in sleep, my mind scrambling for excuses. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe it was the neighbor in the next apartment doing something reckless at an ungodly hour.Then the smell got worse and I sat up in bed almost coughing out my lunch. My eyes flew open. Holy shit, there's smoke in my room!“Oh shit,” I muttered, throwing the covers off. I stumbled out of bed, still half-asleep, nearly tripping over my own feet as I rushed out of my bedroom. My pulse thundered in my ears as I followed the smell. It was coming from the kitchen.I burst in like a mad man. The kitchen was filled with smoke so thick it looked like a low-budget horror movie. It clung to the ceiling, curled around the cabinets, and stung my eyes the second I stepped inside. I coughed, waving a hand in front of my face, p

Days passed, but instead of things settling into a routine, Ashley only grew stranger. At first, it was small things. Things I told myself didn’t matter. Things I tried to ignore but couldn't.It started with food.Since she doesn't know how to cook, cooking became my responsibility. After my family died, I had to learn how to cook because I mostly like being alone. Which is why I can cook.I remember the first time I offered Ashely breakfast after the chaos in the kitchen, she had grimace after having a taste, but I thought my eyes might be playing tricks on me. But after living together for longer time, I realized that maybe it was not.But as days goes by, I realized that maybe Ashely hated food which is strange. If it had been a particular food, it would be understandable, but she doesn't seem to like anything I prepared. I started noticing it the second time I offered her food, she said she wasn’t hungry. The third time, she claimed she’d eaten outside. By the fourth day, a patt