A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales, #2)

by K.F. Breene

The next day, I could barely keep my eyes open as I worked the leaves. I’d just intended to read a couple chapters. Then just until the exciting bit slowed down. Then…

“You aren’t supposed to speak to me while in front of the miss,” Leala said stuffily. “Really?” Hadriel shot back. “We’re going to try to go back to the old customs? Because I’ll be honest, I don’t know them. I was not trained for this job.”

I opened my eyes to find him staring at my neck. I covered the bite mark with my palm, my cheeks warming. “It’s nothing,” Leala insisted, draping my hair over the mark. “She slipped and fell.” “On the master’s teeth?” Hadriel quirked a brow.

“You knew he was the prince, right? You’ve figured that out? I can’t remember what stop we’re on in the drama train.

“You are a vagine-ah,” Cecil told him. “I wish I were, I’ll tell you that much. I wouldn’t fear the demons then. I’d get bloody and be like—come at me! I can do this for days, no problem. Bleeding does not mean I’m dying; it means I’m readying to duplicate and come at you with an army!”