Isabella Hawthorne
I practically flew up the grand staircase, each step echoing my desire to escape the suffocating silence between Damien and me.
Maybe it wasn't just the ill-advised horseback riding that was a colossal mistake. Maybe this whole charade - me, willingly spending time with a vampire, let alone the Vampire King – was a terrible idea from the beginning. The weekly schedule, this absurd agreement between the Kings of Elysia and the Human government, felt like a noose tightening around my neck. A week with one king, a week with the next, then a week with the last, all vying for the dubious honor of fathering my child.
The absurdity of it all threatened to bubble over.
This isn't a dating game show. This is my life, my future, and my unborn child hanging in the balance, I
