The Vampire King's Feeder
Delicate, and made of the same white gold as the bracelets, sapphires and diamonds shine in the center of whirls and swirls of metal resembling roses and orchids.
The queen meets my eyes with a watery smile and bows ever so slightly, which makes my heart jump. “Kane had this made for me when we married. It was a gift–a token of his love and his love for his queen.” She plucks it from the cushion and steps up to me, her cheeks rosy and eyes shining with tears. “I wanted to give it to my daughter one day. Now, it’s yours.”
“Emory,” I whisper, my throat tightening as a sob of thanks tries to break free.