Esme's POV
"And why do we have to go down there?" I asked again as Xavier stopped In front of the door to the dungeons.
"Because, he's been here longer than most prisoners have without dying or without a trial. As King, I can't keep him locked up just because I dislike him." He sighed.
"But," I went to argue with him but he cut me off by placing his lips over mine and pecking them, silencing me. "But nothing, as my mate and Queen, you also have to follow the same rules that I do." He kissed me again only lighter, his lips barely touching mine.
Something warm touched my hand, and it didn't take me long to figure out he placed the blood bag that he was bringing down to Zeke. It was very taboo for the vampires to drink from humans, so most opted for blood bags. Or so I've read. But Xavier
