“Now, now, that language is not appropriate for a lady,” King Nicholas smirks at me from across the table.
“It’s true, isn’t it?” I ask, ignoring his comment. “You’re a vampire, aren’t you?”
“Well, Lady Addison, it seems as though you’ve figured out what I am,” he replies, his eyes gleaming playfully as he meets my gaze. “I didn’t think it would be so soon, but I clearly did not give you enough credit for your intelligence. Beautiful and smart? My, I am a lucky man.”
“Cut the bullshit,” I interrupt him. “I am not yours, so stop acting like you’ve won already.”
A wide grin appears on King Nicholas’ face as he lets out a low, deep chuckle. It sounds so different from Nick’s laugh – more dangerous and dark.
“How are you a vampire if Nick is a werewolf?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him
