Page 23 of Cinderella and Her Vampires (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 5)

“Good riddance,” I muttered under my breath.

I was irritated and planned to give Silas a piece of my mind. I also knew I had to wait for Silas to be unoccupied by the head between his legs to confront him. And that’s what I was going to do.

Wait. However impatiently.

I wasn’t backing down again. Not anymore. He needed to know what he did was wrong. Dibbs didn’t work like that.

I saw her first. She belonged to me. She was mine.

I paced the hall outside Silas’s office door for the next hour. At least until Xavier stalked back into the room. I followed him, keeping my mouth pressed together to prevent my words from spewing unchecked from my lips.

My eyes fell to a sleeping form lying on the floor in the middle of the room. The sight halted me in my approach. My mind became consumed with Cindy’s wellbeing. Questions burned through my mind. I sniffed the air and didn’t smell blood. At least Silas kept himself in check.

This time. Not that I had reason to believe he would destroy the woman.

“Take her home,” Silas said to Xavier. “I’ve made sure she won’t wake up for a while.”

My vampire father stood in front of the window, staring out over the city. He sounded worlds away, but I wasn’t going to let how distant he sounded keep me from saying my piece. He needed to know there had to be an end to him stealing everything I want from me. I wasn’t a newborn. I had control over my urges. Better than most. He needed to give me a little more credit.

Xavier nodded and immediately went to pick up the girl. He tossed her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and headed toward the door. As he passed by me, he glared at me. There was so much in his eyes. So much hate and anger.

Or maybe I was reflecting my feelings off him. Of course, he could have been warning me not to do anything brash while he was gone. It was cute he thought he could sway me. Regardless. The second Xavier was out of the room, I settled my attention on Silas.

“What gives?” I asked, cutting to the chase.

Silas sighed. “What are you upset about now, Brock?”

I stared at my sire’s back for the longest time while I struggled with my next move. To kill him, beg him, or forgive him. But my anger would allow me to do the last two, and I would never dare to kill him. I was angry, but not enough to have a death wish.

“I saw her first,” I finally said. “What gave you the right to take her away from me?”

Silas glanced at me from over his shoulder. “Are you sure about that? How do you know you saw her first?”

“Are you seriously asking me that?” I snapped. “After everything… after so many years… you would try to skirt the issue and make me out to be the irrational one?”

Silas turned to fully face me. He leaned his back against the windowsill. His hands rested in the pockets of his pants. He seemed relaxed. Much more than I had seen him in quite some time. Good for him. It didn’t make up for what he did. What he constantly took from me. I had to draw the line somewhere.

Cindy was the line.

“I assure you, my son, this is a huge misunderstanding,” he said. “I met the woman a few nights ago at a bar called Nightingales. She works there.”

I scoffed. “Yeah right.”

He shrugged. “I understand where you are coming from. Truly, I do. I also apologize for any misunderstanding you took away from everything that happened.”

“Then why did you have to have sex with her first?” I asked, voice growing louder. My vision started to blur and turn red.

“I only did what I had to do,” Silas said, growing tired of my tantrum and standing up to me. His voice became sharper in the way it normally did when he thought I was being an insolent child.

“Sure, you did,” I muttered.

He continued on as though he hadn’t heard me. “To charm the girl so we can keep tabs on her. Lest you fail to recall, she’s human. And she came here knowing what we are. Not only that, but she came here for your little pet.”

I snorted. “Is that what you are calling him? My pet?”

He pointed at me. “Your human then. Your whatever you want to call him. Before you get your nerves in a twisted bunch, perhaps consider she could be more trouble than what she is worth. Having tasted her, I can sense her and keep tabs on her. And the next time she comes close to our property, we can intervene before she makes a scene.”

I shook my head. My hands were clenched at my sides. He had tasted her too. Go figure. I wanted to wring his neck. I wanted to fight him for everything he was and all he had taken from me. But he still overpowered me. Such was the gift—the perk—of the prince. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at the ground, processing through everything I just heard.

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