"I refuse to drink from the blood slaves. That is one of the reasons my parents have supported my marriage to you. They think you will be a constant food source for me, one that I am committed to," Damien said
"I am sorry?" Vienna could not understand him. His words swam in front of her, making no sense.
The prince stared at the castle. He had a grim look on his face. "Not as sorry as I am," he muttered. Damien sighed. "I am forgetting myself. It is just that I have longed to talk to... someone... for so long. I am afraid I am unloading a bit. You must be fatigued from all your travels. Let me take you to your chambers."
He preceded her down the garden path, and she shakily rushed to keep up the pace with him. Her head seemed to be overflowing with the things he had said. Vienna spott
