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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 91: Meow

Eve muffled a sob, pushing her palm over her mouth. When the anger dissipated and her fear slipped to the background, all she was left with was a gripping sense of sadness. It snaked and wound its way around her heart, squeezing it for reasons she couldn't yet fathom. 

Her steps were heavy and her pace slow. The dark corridors that meandered around the palace that otherwise was filled with silence, now echoed with her distressed breaths. But soon, a pair of hurried footsteps joined its rhythm. 

Eve looked up absentmindedly, watching a flowy green coat moving towards her, carrying a tall blond head along with it. It took her a few minutes to register the person in her mind- enough time for the witch to reach her. 

"Every time," Emilya murmured, stopping a hand's length away from where she stood.