Blood Promises: A Vampire Romance Series (The Blood and Thorns Series Book 1) by A.K. Koonce

Author:A.K. Koonce [Koonce, A.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-11-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Crymson

He brought me back to the room. He held me sweetly in the closet but then he didn’t say a word when he shoved me inside Christian’s bedroom and slammed the door behind me.

The lock turned heavily this time.

I’m thankful honestly. A solid lock separates me from the king.

For now.

The day passes slowly with only Christian’s most personal underwear drawer for me to riffle through. Other than an extraordinarily organized sock drawer, there’s nothing of importance. Like the other rooms of this castle that I’ve seen, there are no windows. No light shines in for me to bask in. No skyline is visible for me to enjoy. Just four hard walls and an empty room. It’s fucking depressing.

Even the carved writing desk in the far corner holds nothing more than a few sheets of stark white paper and a single pencil that also was most definitely carved by hand.

Do vampires really care about finely crafted furniture this much?

Every object is intricate with design. The walls may be built of cold stone, but even the dark-stained four-poster bed is lined with carvings of delicate leaves and vines that poke out here and there. My fingers run along the smooth polished wood. The deeply engraved lines hold meaning with all the swooshing swirls, but I can’t understand it. I simply feel it. It makes me feel . . . alive.

Everything’s beautiful.

And terrible.

A pain knots up my stomach, and I don’t know if it’s from hunger or anxiety. I screwed up already. I almost ran into the King’s arms instead of escaping him.

Yesterday, my biggest problem in life was my toxic ex-boyfriend. Today, I’m locked in a bedroom, preparing to marry an old man who will most certainly eat me alive.

Well, that’s not entirely true. Seven said I didn’t have to marry him. So that’s a plus, I guess. I’ll be like a side chick . . . that he eats alive. Great.

I slide over the bed on my stomach, but my chains twist harshly beneath me, and I quickly have to flip to my back. A sort of uncomfortable energy is pulsing through me with too much intensity. The tangled emotions in my belly churn so much that I finally curl into a ball and hope sleep comes to take away all my terrible thoughts and worries.

This is all just too much. Unconsciousness is better . . .

For now.

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