Lover Sacrificed - Chapter 32

- You shouldn’t have done it man. You shouldn’t have volunteered like that.

Darius talked to Ahgony, who had replaced Tohr as one of his bodyguards. They were in the car on their way to Penehlope’s and Darius still couldn’t believe what his friend had done. Ahgony just shrugged.

- Somebody needs to keep an eye on your sorry ass. Might as well be me.

- What about… you know?

Ahgony cleared his throat, aware that the brothers were listening, despite the volume of V’s music.

- Doesn’t matter.

- Ahgony… man.

- S’all good D. Really.

Ahgony looked at him with those bright yellow eyes and nodded. Darius did the same, appreciating the unspoken communication between them.

His stomach turned when they reached their destination.

Penehlope screeched and threw herself at him.

- Oh darling, I’ve missed…

She looked at Ahgony with curiosity.

- And who is this?

Darius frowned at her behavior and seductive tone.

- Ah… Penehlope this is Ahgony, he is my best friend, and Ahstrux Nohtrum.

- Hi…

Was she batting her eyelashes at him? Ok, whoa. Whatever.

- Let’s do this.

He sat down with her and offered her his wrist. She quickly struck and drank, all the while ogling Ahgony.

It would have been funny if it wasn’t a direct offence to him as his future hellren.

She finished quickly, licking the wounds closed, still looking at his buddy. Was she for real?

She offered him her wrist and he took it, knowing he couldn’t tell her he had fed from someone else again.

As soon as her blood touched his tongue, he winced at the foul taste of it. All other times he had been able to hold back his gags and hide his repulsion.

Not this time.

Not after having Nalla’s taste still in the back of his mind. He let go, ran outside and threw up.

- Daddyyyyy….

Her whiny scream annoyed the fuck out of him as he emptied his stomach on their lawn. Ahgony was standing right next to him, while the brothers surrounded him from a bit further.

- What in the Scribe Virgin’s name is going on here?

He got up and faced Feron. He had never liked the little man, he always seemed so… power hungry.

- Sorry sir. Bad stomach. I think I better go now.

- But you must feed.

- Yeah no can do.

- Prince Darius…

- Just Darius.

- Darius, I insist. You must feed.

- I’ll be fine until next month.

- But I… I… you have to.

He sighed.

- I am not going to. Not this time.

- I don’t think that is very wise of you.

- Are you questioning your prince?

Ahgony stepped in.

- No… no of course not.

- In that case, we will see you next month.

- Can you at least tell us where the ceremony is going to be held? We have still not been informed of anything!

- Hold your fucking horses’ old man. You will be told in due time, true?

Vishous inhaled on his rolled one like he hadn’t a care in the world.

Penehlope’s father looked at Vishous completely outraged but quickly paled as V arched a brow. Darius held back his chuckle… Glymera guys were such wimps.

- Very well my prince. We shall see you in a month. But should you need us before that…

Darius frowned at the threat in Feron’s voice. He had something up his sleeve… but what?