Damien Nevermore, The Vampire King
Two days had passed, yet each moment felt like an eternity.
The anticipation gnawed at me, a relentless ache that seemed to intensify with every passing second. I yearned for Lilac City, for the warmth of my mate's presence, for the intoxicating scent that was uniquely hers.
In Isabella's absence, the bond connecting me to her pulsed with a dull, persistent ache, a constant reminder of the connection that bound us together. It was as if a part of me was missing, a void that could only be filled by her touch, her voice, her essence.
Despite being the first among the kings to claim my time with her, the wait felt interminable. Each passing hour stretched out endlessly, dragging on like a slow and torturous march through time. For someo……
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