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Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Eve didn't ask for any of it. A tragic childhood, the scorn of the villagers, a mother whose body was never found and a stepmother who constantly tried to get rid of her. They said it was her sins weighing down on her. She was an outcast- the filth that no one wanted around them, yet the beauty everyone wished to possess. When the dark creatures attacked their village, Eve was sacrificed. She was after all, her father's murderer. They were only too happy to push her towards the dark abyss. Her life was burning down in front of her. But that was until she met him. Theodore de la Nuit was tired of living under the shadow of his uncle. He wanted the regency to end. He wanted to clean out the court off of the traitors. He wanted his revenge against the vampires- against those leeches that stole his childhood from him. The monsters took everything from him- his parents, the joy of his first shift and the power that should have been his from birth. When his uncle took an interest in a country bumpkin, he knew that the time had come. He had never seen Luke so caught in the web of any woman. For the first time, the man had dared to lower his guards. He wanted to kill her in front of him and initiate the start of his revenge. But that was until he met her. Will the two kill each other before they give themselves a chance, or will the mate bond bind them against all odds?

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Chapter 77: Acting like a weakling

Eve hissed curling into a cocoon hastily. She could hear her father's grunt as he raised a chair above his head. Any moment now, he was sure to bring it down on her. The whole world was spinning. She could feel the bile rising in her throat. 

"Tch. Like calls to like." The man said, grabbing her hair in his fist. 

He pulled at it, forcing her to look at him. Eve stared at him wide-eyed, unable to breathe as she looked into a pair of dark brown eyes. Eyes that very much reminded her of her abuser. The stench of alcohol filled her memories, making her retch helplessly. 

The man tightened his grip on her hair in irritation. "Your friend is by now food to the Darkators. Why don't you join her?" He asked, raising a fist above her head.

Eve clenched her eyes shut, dreading the moment it landed on her face. But it never came. Instead, she heard the tiniest buzz flashing past her through the floor. 

"Aaaargh!"