Page 116 of Pretty Little Prey
Bastille spoke tenderly, “Princess, don’t feel guilty about—”
“Get them all out!” she yelled. The wretched pain in her voice was enough to silence the men into a stupor.
Blinking, Daxton turned to the Dark Ones and said, “Leave. She doesn’t want to see you.”
Bastille ignored the dragon and stepped closer to where Luna laid on the bed, her face hidden in a pillow as she laid on her stomach. “Princess—” he started.
“Get the fuck out, Bastille!”
He shook his head, steeling himself. “You don’t mean that. Your emotions are running high.”
“I don’t want to see any of you,” she cried into the pillow. “You did this to me.”
“Don’t feel guilty about killing the sphinx, Princess. I’m sure he deserved it.”
“Get out!”
Daxton motioned for the men to exit the room with him. All of them hesitated but when Luna screamed for them to leave again, they did. With tortured expressions, they staggered out into the hallway where Daxton closed the bedroom door and looked over them.
Kobe clutched at his heart like it had been ripped from his chest.
“Why did you come?” the dragon king asked. “To try to take her from me? As you can see, she’d rather stay with me.”
Bastille’s eyes narrowed into slits. “And how has that been? A vampire living in the light shifters’ castle. It didn’t seem like your people were welcoming her with open arms.”
Daxton scoffed. “She committed murder in front of them.”
“She was starving, and she fed,” Bastille corrected.
“Because you don’t care at all about killing, do you?” Daxton asked pointedly.
Hurt and anger flashed in Bastille’s eyes before he had the chance to mask it. Daxton used to know him better than anyone; they grew up together.But he only sees me as a killer, just like the rest of them, he thought bitterly to himself.
“When it comes to my mate’s survival, Ienjoythe killing,” Bastille replied.
“Have the witches found any spells yet to turn her back?” Sly asked, trying to keep them on topic.
Daxton frowned at the red-haired fox shifter. “No.”
“Luna needs to learn how to feed and pace herself, so she won’t kill again,” Nikolai said. Everyone turned to look at the brooding vampire. “She may not want to see us, but she needs to learn how to handle the bloodlust, and no other vampire would step foot in the palace of the light shifters to teach her.”
Daxton flexed his jaw, considering it. “I will allow you—and only you—to see her for a lesson.”
“We’ll need a…food source as well,” Nikolai commented. “For her to practice on.”
“She will feed from me,” Daxton said adamantly.
“She feeds fromme,” Bastille remarked. “I’m her favorite after all. I could hardly get her fangs out of my neck the first time.”Ha!Bastille suppressed an outward grin.A new way to cause the dragon pain. “She loved my taste so much, she started riding my cock for more.”
Daxton’s nostrils flared as a thin line of smoke wafted from them.Oh, fire breather. Bastille smirked at his rival’s jealousy.
“No offense but cold-blood is a different craving from warm-blooded victims,” Nikolai said. “You and Bastille have reptilian origins. She fed from and killed a sphinx. It needs to be a warm-blooded light shifter to curb her new craving.”
A warm-blooded light shifter who wouldn’t try to hurt her? Everyone glanced over at Sly who studied a painting on the wall like he was devising a plan on how to sneak it out in his back pocket.
His red-brown eyebrows arched when he noticed their attention on him. “Hmm?”
“It should be Sly,” Nikolai said. “Someone she knows. Any connection might help her fight the bloodlust.”
