❝ In a world tainted by decadent rulers, the Princess must step back to her kingdom for a revamp of the rules, claiming her rightful place on the throne ❞
Rules are made to be broken was the only rule Lysandra ever abided by. When that very principl...
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
The closed door felt like an escape to Lysandra, a mysterious pit holding so many secrets that she couldn't help but be curious about. If everything goes well, she could as well be free and go back to living like she wants, preferably with Laurent. She would take his annoying but adorable personality over the taunting, unfamiliar voice within her head and a truck load of problems waiting to be solved. Besides, she sort of enjoyed his company and she wasn't afraid to admit it anymore.
She finally sucked in a breath and grabbed the cold doorknob with her palm and Seraphine stopped her actions by placing her arm against the door and partially standing against it.
Lysandra stared at her in confusion while Seraphine simply crossed her hands and sighed. "He is already very wary of you. So, let me deal with him, okay?"
"Wary of me? I didn't even touch him for fuck's sake," Lysandra argued.
"Yes, but you said you'd practically maul his Gracie. He is on edge, Lysandra. I know it," Seraphine observed. "He was just too hungry to react severely when we last saw him."
"So, you wanna keep me on a leash?"
Seraphine bit her lip, barely controlling a chuckle. "No, that is not what I meant but yes, you have to stop getting aggressive."
"Fine. But, don't show him your angelic parlor tricks. You need to learn to assert power, cousin."
Seraphine said nothing but set her lips into a straight line, slightly scowling at Lysandra. She then pushed the door open after pointing her index at her cousin in warning, as a gesture to behave. Lysandra rolled her eyes before following the dark-haired bellator into the room.
The vampyre was asleep as they stepped into the room. Lysandra couldn't help but grab the water bottle on the table beside the door and sprinkling the liquid onto the sleepy figure's face. A growl erupted out of him as his fangs elongated, his eyes white and wild with fear and panic.
"Calm down, tiger. It's just us," Lysandra laughed, amused at how scared the daemon was.
"Why are ya here?" He had a certain desperation in his voice along with a slight Irish accent which Lysandra hadn't noticed before. Perhaps, it was due to the fact that he had calmed down unlike his composure or lack thereof in their previous day's visit.
"Just tell us what we want and we'll be out of here and so will you," Seraphine demanded, seeming rather authoritative to which Lysandra internally wooed.
"That is some offer," the guy sneered, his eyes slowly back to their original colour instead of the white one his agitated state transformed them to.
"This or nothing at all," Lysandra warned. "You will rot in the dungeons underneath and your Gracie darling will be so sad without you. We wouldn't want that now, would we?"
Grace's mentioned riled him up as he struggled against the restraints, baring his teeth to the two bellators. Lysandra looked at her nails as if she was bored and Seraphine mutely challenged him, conveying that they wouldn't hesitate to harm his wife who they had allegedly kidnapped.
