“What are you doing here?” Asked Milena, upset.
“Do you really want to ask that to a grown man? In a brothel? You’re more innocent than I thought, Duchess…”
Milena rolled her eyes. She didn’t believe his foolish joke one cent. A royal prince wouldn’t wander downtown to visit some brothel, even a luxurious one. Pissed, Milena tried to push him off again, but the prince was tightly holding her, his hands on her wrists, his body dangerously close to hers.
She was no weak woman, but the prince was three years older, a Vampire and fully trained. Milena knew she wouldn't win by force.
"Let me go," she hissed.
"Why would I let go of such a good catch? Aren't we here to entertain ourselves?"
She could hear that annoying smirk of his even with the mask still on. Milena glared at him.
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