The Vampire King’s slave mate
The edges of my vision began to blur, and I knew I was on the verge of a panic attack.
“Come on Mary.” I muttered under my breath. “Get your shit together. Breathe Mary, Breathe. Count backwards from ten. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1” I felt my pulse start to slow down, my breathing returning to normal. Counting backwards was a trick my mother had taught me, and it always seemed to work to calm my nerves.
The crowd let out a loud cheer, interrupting me from my thoughts. Nevaeh had been sold to the highest bidder. My turn had come.
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