Chapter 7 Teleportation

Nyx’s POV

I stared at him and tried to figure out if drinking blood did something permanent to vampires’ brains.

That was the only explanation I had right now. Because nothing he just said made any sense and I was standing here soaking wet from sweat and three days of running and trying to piece together a conversation that felt like it was happening in a language I only half understood.

Reincarnation he said. He kept saying that word like it meant something specific about me. As if he looked at my face and saw someone else entirely.

And Prince Theron. He said the Prince sent me like they were old acquaintances. As though the idea of the fae prince having some kind of arrangement with the vampire king was just a normal thing that normal people knew about.

Everybody in the Lore knew Theron hated vampires with everything in him. Half the anti-vampire legislation in the fae kingdom existed because of him. He gave speeches about it. 

He was responsible for at least three diplomatic incidents in the last decade alone. If there was one fae alive who would never in a thousand years have dealings with the vampire king it was Prince Theron.

So why did this man say his name like that? Why did he look so serious when he said it?

I was still trying to work that out when his arms wrapped around my waist.

I felt myself shiver. His hands were cold through my thin clothes and the contact was so sudden that my whole body just reacted without asking my permission first. 

I opened my mouth to tell him to get his hands off me and then the world dissolved. Teleportation. Fucking again!

The second time was not better than the first. My stomach lurched sideways and my vision went white and then solid floor appeared under my feet but he let go too fast. 

I was not ready and my legs had nothing left in them after three days of running so I went straight down hard. Right on my backside on cold stone.

“A little warning next time!” I snapped up at him.

He looked down at me with his arms crossed and said nothing. 

I pushed myself up and looked around. We were inside a tower. Old stone walls rising up on all sides and one narrow window so high up it was basically useless and outside that window was nothing but dark sky because we were so far off the ground it made my stomach drop all over again.

I turned back to him and that is when I noticed. My eyes went down without meaning to and I looked away immediately. Felt heat crawl up my neck despite everything.

Why was he hard? Then realized I was wearing little to nothing. 

I had packed light for the journey because speed was the priority and light clothes meant faster running. What made sense in the fae kingdom felt very different standing in a cold stone tower in front of a vampire king. 

The fabric was clinging to me in ways I could not fix without just taking it off entirely and I was absolutely not doing that.

I wrapped my arms around myself and tried to look like I was not bothered. I was bothered though. 

Also I was cold and my skin felt wrong and damp and I was pretty sure if I did not get dry soon I was going to get sick because I was not immortal yet. 

That was the thing nobody told you about being almost twenty. I had a few months left before my full fae maturity and until then I was still susceptible to all the normal sickness.  

Immortals did not get sick. I was not immortal yet.

A few more months and I would be. A few more months and I would be fully fae and I could marry Prince Theron and none of this would matter and I would be warm and fed and my sister would be healed and—

The vampire king was still staring at me. I stared back and that is when his name finally clicked into place in my head. 

The way things do when you have been too stressed to know basic information and then suddenly your brain decides now is the moment.

This is King Caelan. Lord of Moravia.

Everybody had heard of him. You grew up in the Lore hearing about him whether you wanted to or not. 

Him and his three allies, the four kings of Moravia who had made it their shared life mission to make things very difficult for fae specifically. There were horrible stories about them. 

I was standing in a tower with King Caelan of Moravia. I was in so much trouble and I’m just realizing how much. 

He looked at me for a long moment with those frozen red eyes and then he said it like it was already decided and had been decided before I even arrived.

“You are not leaving this plane.” His voice was completely flat. “You will live in the vampire kingdom. Permanently.”

I laughed. It came out high amd a little unhinged but I could not help it because the othe option was screaming and I had already done that today.

“I’m sorry. I’m going to need you to say that again because I genuinely don’t think I heard you correctly.”

He said nothing And he looks completely serious.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​