Page 39 of Cinderella and Her Vampires (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 5)

“Now is not the time for an ‘I told you so.’ Tell me what happened. Now,” Silas demanded.

I winced against the sharpness of his tone. This time, anger filled his words. Not only was he disappointed and hurt, but he had his need to be near Cindy tearing at him, and the aggravation of having to deal with a dangerous problem.

“Brock turned Collin. I found the poor creature in the basement, chained up and in the middle of the change. I didn’t think he was going to come through.”

“When?” Silas demanded.

“Earlier today,” I said.

“How much earlier?” he asked, emphasizing his words.

“Does that matter?” I asked.

“It does if you were purposefully keeping this from me.” His eyes focused on mine.

“I wasn’t. However, I had confronted Brock and told him to make things right and let you know himself, or I would be forced to inform you.”

“Where is he now?” he asked.

“Brock or Collin?” I asked.

Silas stared coldly at me. “Please tell me you honestly didn’t think I was referring to Collin.”

I sighed. “I left Brock on the third floor. I left Collin in the basement… There’s another problem, however. I ran into Cindy coming up from the basement. She had let Collin go.”

Silas cursed in his native tongue and stormed down the hall. “I want the both of them locked up until we find Collin.”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Find out what Cindy has learned so far. Make sure she’s comfortable. I will handle Brock,” he added.

“As you wish,” I said and headed off to grab food and drink for the woman. The night had grown late and there was no telling when that woman last had some decent food. It would be a shame if she had neglected her curves for too long and risked diminishing their roundness.

Once I arrived at the kitchen, I collected a tray and started grabbing an assortment of fruit, meat, veggies, and cheeses along with some cake and water. Such items were the typical things we brought our donors, but I figured they would also be appreciated by someone like Cindy.

I put a lot more thought and effort into her food than I probably should have. There was no hope for her and me. She had already mated with Silas, and he claimed her. Marked her. So that meant she was off-limits to me, but my dick throbbed with anticipation each time I thought of her.

I wondered if Silas was aware of what he was asking of me by sending me to take care of Cindy. Did he understand how badly I wanted her as well? Would he understand if my urges took control and I fucked her too?

It was probably best that I don’t find out. He already had one betrayal to deal with. A second one in one night wasn’t going to do him any good.

As I made my way through the halls back to where Cindy waited—however impatiently—I thought again about whether or not Silas knew what he asked of me sometimes. I only had so much self-control. Especially, as things seemed, when it came to the woman. Him, Brock, and I… we all wanted her. Surely, he wasn’t blind to that.

Then again, he continued to dismiss every single warning I gave him of his precious son. Maybe now he would give my words a little more consideration.

I arrived at the door and unlocked the handle. Cindy flung the door open and set her blazing blue eyes on me before dropping them to the tray of food.

She smiled. “You’ll have to do better than buttering me up with food to make up for locking me in here without an explanation.”

I nodded. “Very well. May I come in?”

She stood off to the side, eyeing me suspiciously as I brought the tray in, setting it down on the foot of the bed before I twisted and took a seat on the bed myself. I patted the mattress next to me. She looked at the spot before resting her gaze on mine again. She was deep in thought. I smirked, and she settled her gaze on the floor and I could tell she was weighing her options. Deciding whether or not to tempt fate and make a run for freedom.

I smirked. “I’m not going to bite you if you sit too close to me. And if you run, I would just catch you and bring you back. You’re far better off saving your energy and staying put.”

She groaned, closed the door, and then walked toward me. She took a seat on the spot I had designated for her and pressed her back against the wall.

“Talk,” she said. “What’s the food for?”

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