Lonely Vampire Prince (Dirty Monsters Book 2) by Milana Jacks

Author:Milana Jacks [Jacks, Milana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Inked Refuge, LLC
Published: 2018-07-23T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Maya

Somehow, half my troubles went away. It was as if a boulder was lifted from my back. I knew where I stood with him, and I didn’t have to fear discovery anymore. The prince attended to me after he disciplined me, and when he scooped me up to carry me upstairs, a strange feeling of peace swept over me. Maybe I needed some attention after many years of neglect. On the way up the stairs, I fell asleep and awoke right after dawn with the prince in bed next to me.

I lift the black silk sheet and peek under it. My fairy heart flutters. Any woman’s heart would beat rapidly at the sight of the prince’s firm bottom. He sleeps naked on his stomach, arms and legs sprawled. His broad back is tattooed. I sit on his ass so I can take a better look at the tattoo. Purple-and-yellow wings are tattooed on his back. Not just any wings, a replica of my wings. I don’t know if I should hate him for it or love him for not wanting to forget about me.

Once I peel my gaze away from his wings, I see them. No, not the wings but crowns. A pair of golden crowns with colorful precious stones hanging on the wall. A dim light shines upon them, and the rubies, amethysts, and sapphires reflect back at me. I place a hand over my heart. I stomp over the bed and get up on my toes, then glance at the prince. He’s in a coma-type sleep, right? Light as a feather, I climb the wooden headboard, balancing on the tips of my toes. A little more to the left. I tiptoe to get a full view of the crowns. I’m just gonna try the smaller one on, see what it could’ve looked like on my head. Yes. I’ll only pretend to be a princess again.

I pick up the crown and place it on my head.

Magic ignites in a burst of black smoke. Oh no. Dark fae magic. Reflexively, I grasp for my light fae magic reserves, but I don’t have wings. The black smoke envelops my body. Quickly, I try removing the crown and reach for it when my body freezes, the skin on my face tightens, my neck stiffens, and I watch as sand crawls from my shoulder to my fingers while more sand slides down my stomach to close over my toes.

The sand solidifies into a mass. I turn into stone and topple onto the bed.

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