The Vampire King's Mate
Instead, all I felt was the sting.
Why did it feel like I had done something wrong?
I barely noticed how far I had walked until the school gates came into view. My legs felt weak beneath me, the adrenaline draining fast. I just needed air. Space. Quiet.
But apparently, fate had other plans.
"Well, well, if it isn’t the broken kitten herself,” a voice chirped behind me—shrill, sharp, and filled with poisonous delight. I turned, slowly, dreading what I already knew.
One of Stella’s minions. A redhead with overly polished nails and a mean streak wide enough to rival a river. She stood there with her arms crossed, a sick smile curling her lips.
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