Damien Nevermore, The Vampire King
"Yes, Mayor, I understand the terms clearly," Isabella's voice echoed in the opulent chamber, flat and devoid of emotion. It pierced me like a stake through the heart, leaving behind a gaping wound of disbelief and cold disappointment.
How? Why? Did she truly understand? Did she choose this gilded cage, over being with the father of her child?
The thought of her, alone in this opulent prison, separated by walls thicker than stone and the machinations of power-hungry humans, sent a tremor of rage through me. Was this truly her will, or was she simply playing along, like a spider caught in a web, hoping to escape the sticky tendrils of their control?
My disappointment threatened to drown me, but beneath its icy depths, a different emotion simmered – an
