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“I had to try.” I shrug.
“Good for you. It’s strange seeing you with a backbone. But I am excited. Because that means I get to break it all over again,” he growls.
“You can’t touch me,” I growl back, letting my mask slip so he can see the promise of death in my eyes.
“Awe, you actually think the Prince will save you. How cute.” His taunts thicken the air and make it hard to breathe. But then I remember, I don’t need saving.
I am death in the flesh. Keryth fear me. They call me the ghost because I slink in the night and steal the souls of their neighbors. They question if it is them I will come after next. I did that. I earned that! And this fool cannot take it away from me.
I walk over to my side of the bed, keeping him in my peripherals, and reach under my pillow for my stolen knife.
“Oh. Is that how we are going to do things? Fine. Let’s play, Princess,” he laughs darkly, probably trying to get beneath my skin. He is going to have to do better than that.
With practiced patience, I wait for him to make the first move. He rushes forward, bent at the waist, aiming for my legs. It is easy to sidestep him and push him from behind. He loses his footing, landing headfirst into the shelf between the two window seats. Books crash to the floor, and he catches himself before he falls. Pity.
I steady myself. His anger grows, making him more dangerous. His face reddens, veins pop across his forehead, and rushes me again. This time, I hold my ground and let him get his hands on me. The skin on my shoulder shreds under his nails, but I grit my teeth and stab him over and over again so fast that he barely has time to register what is happening.
But it doesn’t even phase him. He leans forward and sinks his fangs into my neck. A scream of agony is ripped from my throat as my veins burn from my blood being forcibly taken. I clench my jaw and focus on what needs to be done. I slice upward, catching his throat, but not enough to do actual damage.
He pushes me away, holding his neck when he should be holding his gut, where blood pours and covers the floor. I smile at the sight, but wish it was his intestines falling at my feet instead. It’s a good thing I can still make that happen.
It’s my turn to rush him. I tackle him onto the table and it crumbles under our combined weight, leaving me on top of him. I stab him repeatedly, but to my horror, all he does is laugh. His arm flies outward and knocks me over. I slip in his blood, trying to get to my feet. It’s useless; he is on top of me in seconds, flipping me over and sinking his fangs into me once again.
And I know that there is no getting up from this. He has me trapped and is stealing my strength. I lost my knife at some point, but I spot a spoon close to the bed. I reach as far as I can. My fingertips brush against it and slowly pull it closer to me. Once my fingers are fully wrapped around it, I stab the end into his ear. He roars out in pain, but then sinks his fangs in even deeper, taking my blood in gulps. So, with no other hope, I pull the spoon free and scratch into the floor, hoping my message is legible.
Shadows dance on the edge of my vision, and my limbs become impossibly heavy. And even as my heart shutters, I shed a tear, not for me, but for the Prince who will blame himself for my death. And I send up a silent prayer that it will not deter him from accomplishing all of his goals for this kingdom. He is the King, the people need. I just wish I could have seen it.
“There was nothing! Not a damn clue of who could pull this off. Whoever it is—” The rest of the words die in my throat as I climb the last few steps to my room. “Something is wrong!” I leave Tia chasing me as I run the rest of the way.
My heart stills in my chest that the sight in font of me. Furniture lies in pieces and there is blood everywhere. But not hers. It doesn’t smell right.
“Nyx!” Tia screams at the top of her lungs as she slips in the blood on the way to the bathingroom. “She isn’t here.”
I calm the beast rising inside me and harness its strength to focus on what needs to be done. I walk around the room, looking for signs, anything the attacker could have left behind. Anything other than their blood. There is plenty of that.
She fought. That gives me hope. But my heart sinks again when I find her knife lying on the floor in the middle of all the blood. She would never leave it behind. Which means…someone took her.
I kneel and pick it up. And underneath it is exactly what I was looking for. The smart, beautiful woman scratched out the name of her attacker, making sure I can find her. For the first time in over one hundred years, I am glad the vines still cover the Kingdom. No one comes in and no one gets out.
“Tia, let’s go!” I roar. I don’t wait to see if she follows. My woman needs me, and I won’t keep her waiting another moment.
The scenery blurs around me as I run through the castle. The three sets of stairs and anybody that may be in the corridors go unnoticed.
I will rip him apart if he hurt a hair on her head. I always hated Dominic. He has always been around kissing my father’s ass and causing trouble for no reason. I probably pissed him off when I refused to share Nyx at the ball.
I will find her! She will be ok! She has to be…
I kick the door with all of my strength. It cracks, so I kick again and again until it splinters and falls off of its hinges.
“Dominic!” I bellow. But the room is empty. She isn’t here. Where?
Stupid, Felix! Dominic may be dumb, but he would be smart enough to take her somewhere other than his fucking room.
I will rip this monstrosity apart brick by brick. Nothing and no one will keep me away from her. The streets will run red, and I will use the bodies as kindling to light the flames that will devour everything between us.
“We will find her.” Tia tries to comfort me, but her words are wasted.“Where else would he go?”
I stare at the broken pieces of the door covering the floor and try to think. Where? Where would he go? He doesn’t have any family and from what I can tell, he never leaves the castle. But then I remember…the vines. They follow Nyx now.
