ZEDKIEL.
I look down at her, but I don’t react. As much as I want to know what she’s done with Evangeline, I refuse to entertain her. Reacting as I normally would, will only harm Evangeline.
“You like me better, don’t you?” She whispers, running her hand up my arm.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” I say calmly as she squeezes my biceps.
It was taking a lot for me to not lose my cool and demand for her to bring Evangeline back because I know she won’t and it will only make matters worse, and the last thing I need is for her to react in front of everyone.
“So… you are saying that Prince Zedkiel is the rightful King simply because he’s a hybrid? Forgive me, your majesty, but you could have simply bedded a vampire woman for this child. It’s not enough.” Darvin sneers.
He’s a f*****g asshol
