Epilogue

He finally wakes.

I glance at the betraying man lying on a slab, who cost me her. My favourite blood slave, the only woman I will ever love. Story Dehana. I can imagine her in front of me every time I close my eyes, her hair the same shade as her blood, her curvy body I love to sink into at the same time as my teeth do. I trained her to please me, and she tastes like what I imagine a deity would. She is mine and I will get her back. This man took her, but letting him die wasn't going to get her back. His entire body shakes, and he screams in pain like he has done for weeks in a deep slumber. This is usually how they wake up, and sometimes they die. I've turned so many of them now. Some of them survive, some of them do not, but this one…this one, I think he will. He has to serve his prince. He shakes and shakes, sweat glistening all over his body as the colour drains from his skin. I enjoy this part. His hair drains of the brown, blending the deep shade to a silver until his blue eyes pop open and he turns his head to me.

He touches his chest where there's a scar where his heart used to be. I've never brought one back without a heart before. My father said it was possible. "Story."

I nod as I roughly grab Kyrell's chin, turning him towards me. "You are going to go find Story Dehana. Hunt her. Tell her I have her mother, and if she doesn't come back to me…I will turn her mother into a vampyre like you."