The Vampire King's Assassin Pet
They couldn't even wait till midnight.
“Your Majesty,” Samuel called my attention to the main screen. The first video was already playing, a flash of familiar red hair making my chest constrict. Seline bounced onscreen with a flip, her hair tied back in a high ponytail, her face expressionless. She stopped just beside a man chained to a wooden cross, grabbing a fistful of his hair and drew his head far back enough for me to see his sharp fangs. She beamed at the camera, toying with the stake in her hands for a moment, while the man screamed, pleading for mercy. In one swift motion, she plunged the equipment deep into his heart, twisting it tactfully. Next, she cut off his head, kicking it as
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