Isabella Hawthorne
It wasn't the sight of Damien's fangs that sent a jolt of terror through me. No, it was the raw hunger that flickered in his crimson eyes, a hunger that seemed to lock directly onto me. In that horrifying instant, the terrifying truth slammed into me - I was prey in his eyes.
The realization struck me with the force of a physical blow. My breath hitched, a strangled gasp that seemed to echo in the tense silence of the room. My mind was sluggish with terror. This wasn't a monster from a storybook, this was Damien, one of the Kings that claimed to be my... mate?
But what did "mate" even mean in the face of this? He was a vampire, a creature of the night who thrived on the very essence that flowed through my veins. The scent of my blood, metallic and warm……
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