Page 24 of The Depraved Prince
So, I’m not dead yet, after all.
Nice.
“Is my little Bambi awake?” He tells me in a condescending tone, and shivers explode, crawling under my skin like spiders up and down my spine.
A sharp, high-pitched whimper spills through my chapped lips at his deep voice. He’s here. He has me.He captured me.
Tears flow down my cheeks, but it’s not the only thing that’s damp. I realize my body is coated and drenched in sweat. My clothes hug my body, and I’m hot again.
My throat is dry, and my tongue yearns for water. Why am I so thirsty?
“What did you do to me?” I rub my forehead, forcefully blinking as I swipe a bead of sweat. “Did you drug me? Knock me out by hitting me?” I groan while sparing him a glance.
“Drug you? Ehh, I guess you can say something like that.” He shrugs nonchalantly. He looks at his watch like he wants to be anywhere but next to me. His bright blue eyes glow in the dark as they narrow in my direction. They look like Wolve’s eyes. So detailed, sharpened with texture. Out of this world,beautiful.
“Did you meet your quota of beauty sleep, baby?” He teases.
Apparently, vampires don’t sleep. Every time we meet, it’s late into the night.
“Clearly, you don’t get any beauty sleep, and it shows.” I insult his prominent, handsome features. It’s not my best work, but I think he’ll get the point.
“Ouch. And we prefer the term immortals. Because we never die.”
“But you bleed,” I counter, spitting my words like they’re a sharpened knife ready to pierce and wound him. I sit up and read the room. The air grows colder with hatred.
He huffs. A short snicker of a menacing laugh follows suit. He gets into my face, hands on his knees by the bed.
“We bleed,” he agrees simply as he repeats my own words back to me with a sinful smirk across his undamaged face. Where’d all the cuts go?
“I’m going to kill you,” I threaten. “I’ll find a way. I’ll kill you and get out of here.”
“Sweet little Bambi, you can’t kill the dead, silly,” He tsks condescendingly, clicking his tongue three times and waving his index finger across my face. I narrow my brows.
“However, if you find a way to do it yourself, you’d be doing me a favor,” he tells me. His devilish, sexy smirk fades away, and a cold, dead expression replaces it. His eyes betray him, giving me an insight. A flicker of pain spreads across his blue eyes. He leans in and kisses my cheek. The touch is slow and yet swift, but with no attachment behind it. It’s like he knows his touch fuels the simmer in my veins. He wants me to bow down to him. I cringe but his touch causes an electricity of hatred and...another emotionI’m ashamed of feeling. I don’t want to decipher it.
He gets into my face.
Another thought dawns on me as I chew on my bottom lip nervously. A light bulb turns on, and I reposition myself on the bed.
“You’ve never visited me during the daytime,” I call out a possible weakness.
He stiffens, and his blue eyes dilate.
“Who is Cole?” He asks me, changing the subject.
My heart sinks. Oh God. I forgot he’s been keeping tabs on my entire family and friends. Do the Davenports also know everything about my family?
“Why?” I murmur with a heavy breath.
“Nash has been calling your father’s house nonstop. A woman named Leah keeps IMing you. And a man named Cole keeps leaving you these interesting voicemails on your house phone.” He smirks. It’s as if my capture entertains him, and the worry my disappearance has inflicted on my loved ones fills him with joyous satisfaction. He takes out a tape recorder, clicks a button, and I hear Coles’s voice, making my blood heat.
“Millie, call me! Please. We’re all worried about you. Come back to work! I just need to hear your voice. Please tell me you’re safe and okay. I’ll stop calling once I know you’re okay. Please.”
Cole’s voice begs and pleads over coffee machines and chatter. He must have been at work when he left me these voicemails.
“He is so sweet, really. Why don’t you give the poor guy a chance? He’s taken you out on dates, right? He seems like a gentleman. Playing hard to get is your forte, isn’t it?” He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I love it when you fight me. I love when the blood thunders in your heart when you look at me. I love it when you try to push me away, and your cheeks fluster when I grab you. Lie to me all you want, but I know your body well. I may know it even better than Cole ever has.”
How does he know about Cole’s and I’s relationship? He’s been stalking me…
