Chapter 28 Silver Candlestick

Ignatius tightened his grip on my arm. His cold fingers dug into my bruised skin. The Vampire King did not look surprised; he looked deeply, lethally insulted.

"You overstep, mutt," Ignatius said, his voice a low, warning hiss. "She is the prophecy. She belongs to the realm. She is not a beast for ...

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