Keagan was walking along the hallways on her own. She had a candelabra with her, using the faint light to help her see her way. It was just that she suddenly saw shoes enter the glow on the floor. She looked up and saw Dacian walk toward her. He seized her arm and hissed in anger, but she only frowned at him.
"Keagan Allard, you're the worst. You'd rather consummate a marriage with him than make Cressida's vessel with me? Why? So, you can be queen among vampires?" He held her arm tighter. "When I heard those rumors about your promiscuity, I didn't think they were all real."
"I don't think you have the right to question me after you killed a child and even drove her mother mad," Keagan growled, but Dacian dragged her to a side hall. When he shut the door behind him, she felt her back hitting the wall. "Dacian—"