Chapter 158
“Unfortunately for you, no; he had nothing to do with it. I don’t remember anything,” Emily says.
“I thought you want to kill him, but it sounds more like you are trying to protect him,” Prince Andre said, evil lined his tone.
“If I lie and say he turned me, will that give him a painful death?” Emily asked, hoping it will.
“No, much worst, well worst for someone like him,” Prince Andre said, smiling.
“Tell me,” Emily tried to compel it out of him.
“Are you trying to compel me?” Prince Andre asked, laughing.
“What if I was? Why is it not working?” Emily asked, confused.
“Because of this.” Prince Andre showed her a vile tied to a string that was hanging around his neck. “But you smell very much dead and made vampires can not compel another vampire.”
“What is it?” Emily asked, interested.
“Shaman mix. With the right hymn it sets you free from any compelling. Whoever turned you obviously did not take the time to teach you. But not a problem. We will just get a human to drink from you and tell us the truth,” Prince Andre said.
“Great, but I already tried that,” Emily said quickly.
“And?” Prince Andre asked, a frown on his forehead.
“The human died,” Emily lied, hoping he believed her.
“Died?” Prince Andre asked, never having heard of it.
“Well, let’s find a human and you can see for yourself,” Emily challenged.
“Not so fast. I am not having any innocent lives on my hands,” Prince Andre said, knowing if a human dies at the hands of a supernatural, he will get executed.
“Perhaps you were some sort of were-animal and now you are a hybrid,” Prince Andre suggested.
“But I thought humans can drink from hybrids,” Emily played along.
“They can, but not if they are from the waters,” Prince Andre informed her.
“What do you mean?” Emily asked, interested in learning more.
“Mermaids and Mermen descendants seldom know that they are and when they turn hybrid for some reason, humans die drinking from their blood,” Prince Andre explained.
“What happens if a vampire drinks from a mermaid or merman descendant?” Emily asked, hoping that the answer was nothing since vampires have already fed on her and everyone at the council knew this.
“Nothing,” Andre said flatly.
“Stay here if you want to stay alive,” Prince Andre said before leaving.
“Where are you going?” Emily stopped him.
“To witness the royal birth,” Prince Andre said, leaving before she could ask another question.
Prince Andre made his way over to prince Deacon’s room; not to be there for the royal birth but to evoke prince Deacon, not knowing that prince Deacon does not know that Emily was alive.
“Only woman at this moment,” King Makens stopped prince Andre from entering prince Deacon’s room.
“And the father I take it?” Prince Andre asked, referring to prince Deacon that was not amongst the people outside.
“No, he is probably somewhere drowning his sorrows,” one of prince Deacon’s brothers said.
Prince Andre started to walk away, towards the vampire wing, knowing he will find him there as the humans like to hang out there and drink.
“Where are you going?” King Makens asked.
“To find prince Deacon,” Prince Andre said.
“Let him be,” King Makens warned, but his warning fell silent when the cry of a baby filled his ears.
Prince Andre left before he got stopped again, but hears a woman's voice. “It is a girl,” she says before going back into the room. All the men’s faces smiled brighter at the prospect of a supernatural princess.
Prince Andre was right to suspect that prince Deacon would be in the vampire wing of the castle and found him surrounded by four of his former fated mates, drinking his sorrows away.
“Congratulations, it is a girl,” Prince Andre informed him with a sly tone.
Prince Deacon ignored him and pulled one of the women onto his lap before kissing her on her exposed full breast, making her moan.
“Do you think your wives will approve of this?” Prince Andre pointed with his finger, waving it at the half-naked woman wearing sexy corsets.
Prince Andre was disappointed that he was still not getting a reaction from prince Deacon even after using the term ‘wives’.
“I have a gift for you, to celebrate the birth of your daughter and being the father of the first Supernatural child in a century,” Prince Andre said, but again, no reaction.
“She has dark luscious locks of hair, smooth clear skin, tall with blue eyes, and a dashing white smile. She is in my room, eagerly waiting to see you,” Prince Andre said, standing up and walking off.
Prince Deacon stopped what he was doing and thought to himself that the description matches that of Emily. ‘The last thing I want is to f*ck a woman that looks like the one I lost.’
‘That assh*le deliberately wants me to remember Emily,’ Prince Deacon thought, frustrated with his mind now filled with memories that he tried so hard to drink away.
Frustrated, he pushed the woman off him and stood up. ‘Perhaps it will help if I f*ck my sorrows away with a woman that looks like her,’ he thought as he made his way over to prince Andre’s room, swaying through the hallways.
Prince Andre that was lurking in the darkness was happy when prince Deacon walked past him, barely able to stand up. ‘Good, he won't even be able to fight her off,’ he thought with an evil smile on his face.
“What are you up to?” Shysie asked when she saw the evil look on his face.
“Mind your own business,” Prince Andre said before walking off.
Shysie decided to take his advice and head over to her own room to join Paris, her boyfriend, for a night filled with amazing s*x.
“Hello, my darling, have you been waiting long?” Shysie asked, walking into the room she shared with her vampire boyfriend, Paris.
“No,” Paris said, speeding over to her and pinning her to the nearest wall, his hand on her throat, wishing it was possible to strangle a vampire, as what he felt for her was not love, ‘or was it?’ he wondered. Paris ripped her dress off her before picking her up and speeding over to their bed, throwing her onto it before removing his own clothes.
Shysie watched Paris take off his clothes, soaking up every part of his well-defined body with her lusting eyes, licking her lips, and circling her finger around her chest, reminding him why he was with her.
While Paris was inside Shysie, he tried to think of someone else, someone the very same woman under him has taken from him. To prevent Shysie from robbing him of another great love, Paris vowed never to love a woman again, not the way he did his wife of a day.
Paris thought of his wife of a day, trying to imagine that it was her that he was making love to and not Shysie, wondering what it would have been like to make love to his wife of a day, 800 years ago. Every night he played the same game in his mind, trying to convince his mind that he was making love to his wife and not Shysie. After making Shysie reach her climax, he got up and put his clothes on.
“Where are you going? The night is still young,” Shysie said, out of breath.
“I need some air,” Paris said, speeding off before she could say another word.
***
Prince Deacon stumbled into prince Andre’s room, expecting a look-a-like Emily spread out for the taking, but all he got was an empty room.
“This better not be a trick of some sort,” he slurred, walking out of the room.
“Leaving so soon?” Prince Andre asked when prince Deacon walked into him.
“What games are you playing? Where is the so-called gift?” Prince Deacon asked, disappointed.
“I left her in my room,” Prince Andre said and pushed past prince Deacon to inspect his room. “Crap,” he said, storming out of the room, sniffing the air, trying to catch the scent.
“Was she a vampire? I only smell perfume and death,” Prince Deacon said, swaying in the hallway.
“Yes, she is wearing a red dress,” Prince Andre said, running off and as he runs, he took off his classic shirt so that his wings don’t get stuck in the sleeves, before shifting into his owl form.
***
Zara was sitting with her daughter in her arms, surrounded by royalties, when prince Deacon stumbled into the room. “Everyone out.”
Everyone left, but Zara stopped one of the maids. “You, stay. I need some rest.”
“Take the baby with you. You can leave with it if you like, but I am going to sleep now,” Prince Deacon said, falling down on his bed.
‘Good thing I still have my own bed,’ Zara thought, passing her daughter to the maid. “Bring her to me in an hour. I am sure he is so drunk he won't even hear her cry. Please don’t let a wet nurse feed her. I want to do it myself.” Zara said, kissing her daughter before passing her to the maid.
"We are yet to bring a wet nurse in," the maid said before leaving.
Zara wanted to take a bath but had no strength to help herself, so she decided to rest first and attempt a bath later. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep.
