Damien King, The Vampire King
A soft groan escaped Isabella's lips, stirring me from my post at the doorway.
I straightened up, the groan a welcome sound after the long hours of silence. The damned Capitol Guards wouldn't let me in to watch over my mate, citing it as a one-time courtesy from the Capitol that I was even allowed on the second floor. It stuck in my craw, this forced separation, but I knew pushing them wouldn't help Isabella.
I had been standing vigil here, watching from outside her open door, ever since Isabella had lost consciousness after that… incident. It had been an attack, a brutal and feral one fueled by pure, raw power. She had moved with a speed and strength that should have been impossible for a human, let alone a pregnant one.
I had barely managed to restrain
