83 Temptation*

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  High Priestess

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They had reached the safety of the Vampire King's lair.

The palace guards paid their respects as they passed, placing a hand on their chest and bowing with reverence.

The Vampire King continued to walk as if he didn't even acknowledge their existence. 

As if something might have light up his ass, Apollyon's urgency and impatience had started to get under her skin.

He had dropped her arm and stepped ahead, and she hurried after him through the maze of corridors.

He seemed to have a one-track mind to go straight to wherever room he would lead her.

The skirts of her dress trailing behind her were still heavy even if the Vampire King had already ripped a good portion of it. 

Her pride and reputation as a newly-turned vampire kept her from asking him to slow down, even if it made her fall right behind.