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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 65: About the dead servant

With every step he took, her heart fell a foot. She felt tears of anger brimming in her eyes as she remembered the night of the feast. Theodore. His impossibly perfect chin was tilted up as he strode into the room arrogantly, a trio of blue coats following him inside in haste. 

How dare he. How dare he show up in front of her after what had happened? After all that he had done to her? How dare he act high and mighty? She thought, her mind raging with fury. He did not stop to acknowledge the bowing guards or the commanders. He did not care to greet his uncle. He did not spare a glance at her as he came to a stop hardly a foot away from her. 

The sense of betrayal gripping her heart tightened around it, suffocating her, pushing her to scream- to lash out at him. He was just at reach of her hands. Yet she held back. She held back for the sake of the girl standing next to a bowing matron with her eyes downcast and her shoulders stooped.