The Vampire Prince's Practice Run
The night I came of age, the vampire prince Damon couldn’t wait to drag me to his bed.
He took me with a desperate, wild hunger that lasted all night long.
My body ached, but my heart was full.
I’d been his blood servant for ten years. I thought he was finally ready to give me the Embrace, to make me his forever.
But after, as he held me and talked on the phone with my foster brother, I heard Marcus ask him in Latin, “So, Master, how did my little sister taste? You know how many men would kill to be in your place? They all think she's a goddess.”
Damon's lips curled. “Not bad. A little green. Not nearly wild enough for my tastes.”
Marcus laughed. “Well, she's been hopelessly devoted to you since she was a kid. Never even dated.”
Then Damon’s voice lowered. “Don't tell Serena about Elena. I have to marry a noble vampire like her in the end, and I don't want her upset.”
“A little human like Elena… she's just good for practice.”
But Damon didn't know I'd secretly learned Latin just to feel worthy of him.
Hearing that, I didn't say a word. I just quietly changed my college application from the University of New Orleans to my dream school, University of Oxford.