Two were actually useful, one for trade that led into the heart of the city. There were four gates that allowed entrance into High City. They’d been built over one hundred and fifty years ago after the birth of the monsters in Cordova-the start of the Dark Era. The walls were a complex system of forts, bastions, and towers that ran, uninterrupted, encircling High City of Lara and Castle Fiora. I skirted the high, stone walls that rose ominously and cast me in a chill shadow. Was that what this was? Some cruel form of warfare? By the time I exited the tree line, I ached. My body was warm, especially between my thighs, and I was hyperaware of how heavy and sensitive my breasts felt, rubbed raw by the woolen cloak I kept close. The walk was agonizing, and I grew frustrated, still feeling the effects of my encounter with the vampire.
The castle felt like it had doubled in distance. There was too much to explain here in this clearing-the strzyga, my torn dress, the absence of blood. He was close, and I did not want to be caught.
Killian’s voice broke through the fog of my mind. Everything inside me was wound so tight, each breath was a reminder of how desperately I wanted to be touched. He’d never said how they were like us-that they could be beautiful, that their touch would inspire an acute desire beyond anything I’d ever experienced. Those were the truths I’d been told about vampires.
They will control your mind and drink your blood, and you will not survive. “ They look like us but are not us,” Killian’s father had warned during training. But I’d never encountered an actual vampire. I’d also seen bodies drained of blood, past the point of survival. I had seen victims of vampires-humans who were on the cusp of change before their hearts were cut from their bodies and burned. Photo: Sourcebooks READ: Chapter 2 of King of Battle and Blood by Scarlett St.
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