Vienna and Alex crept silently from the castle, confronting no one. She had half hoped that Damien would come looking for her, but of course, he would not. They had parted on bad terms. He was clearly disappointed that she was not giving them more of a chance. She did not blame him, but she also refused to blame herself.
The grounds were dark and quiet until they passed the building where the blood slaves were staying. Lights were on inside and the sound of music and laughter floated through the windows.
"What is going on in there?" Vienna asked him.
"They are having a party with the guards. Sometimes the king and queen grant the guards leave to... feed on the blood slaves." He cleared his throat. "The wine flows freely on such nights."
"And the blood slaves have no problem with this
