Chapter 227
“There you are. What is that face for?” Prince Deacon asked, when he came into the room, Emily standing with just a towel around her. Prince Deacon had a bunch of red roses in one hand and a guy that looked in his mid-thirties next to him.
“Go wait downstairs,” Prince Deacon ordered the guy.
“I am not hungry,” Emily said, knowing the guy was to feed on.
“But today is your feeding day,” Prince Deacon said, laying the roses down on the vanity table before turning to Emily, and putting his hands on her shoulders, “what is wrong?”
“Just thinking about how you have no children and deserve to have children,” Emily said, her eyes sad. Emily decided not to tell him about Wynn’s phone call, knowing he will just make them go on the run and she does not want him to spend his life on the run.
“Do you want children?” Prince Deacon asked with a frown.
“Does it matter since I can't have any?” Emily asked.
“We can get a surrogate,” Prince Deacon reminded her of the time period they live in.
“Forget I said anything,” Emily said, walking over to her wardrobe and selecting her favorite dress. “let's go out tonight.”
“Ok, what do you have in mind?” Prince Deacon asked.
“Anything, you decide,” Emily said.
“We haven’t been to the Eiffel Tower in a while,” Prince Deacon said.
“Perfect. It is still a few hours before dark, so why don’t you send the guy home and join me,” Emily said, laying her dress aside and taking her towel off, dropping it to the floor before sitting seductively on the bed.
“Yes, mam,” Prince Deacon said, already feeling his manhood stirring in his pants.
Prince Deacon quickly send the man he got for Emily to drink from off. “Come back tomorrow.”
“I knew you were lying. There is no such thing as vampires,” the guy said, disappointed.
“Just come back tomorrow this time,” Prince Deacon said, shutting the door.
On his way up the stairs, Prince Deacon started to remove his clothes, and by the time he got to the bedroom, he was naked. Every time with Emily felt like the first time, and he could not get enough of her.
He presses her down on the bed with a kiss on her lips. “I love you.”
Emily wrapped her arms and legs tightly around Prince Deacon once his manhood was deep inside of her and she made love to him like never before. Prince Deacon could feel that this time was like no other time before, even though he had her every single day since the day she showed up on his doorstep to kill him.
By the time they were done making love, the sun has set and Prince Deacon fell asleep afterward. Emily just watched him while he slept like she has done every single night. She stroked his cheek before landing her soft lips on his forehead. “I will always love you,” she whispered, her breath against his ear.
Instead of putting on her favorite dress, Emily decided to rather wear a pair of skinny jeans, matched by a loose shirt and her favorite leather jacket. She slipped on her ankle boots and tied her hair up in a messy bun. ‘I guess I should take a couple of things, but then he might not believe me dead,’ she thought, and decided she will take nothing but the clothes she was wearing, ‘and my wedding band,’ she thought, looking at the two-piece diamond ring on her ring finger, the tears building up in her eyes.
The next morning, around 7.30 in the morning with the sun already high Prince Deacon was woken up by a banging on the door, “Deacon! Open up! It is your mother!” Queen Lana shouted.
Wynn did not take into account that Queen Lana will use a jet plane to get to England.
Prince Deacon woke up and saw that Emily was not next to him, ‘she must be hiding already,’ he thought getting up and pulling on his pants before going down the stairs.
Queen Lana bangs on the door again.
“I am coming,” Prince Deacon shouted, walking down the stairs.
Before opening the door he took a deep breath. ‘how the f*ck did she find me?’ Prince Deacon wondered.
“Mother,” Prince Deacon greeted her, opening his door, eyeing her guard, recognizing all of them as pack members, no hybrid insight.
“Are you not going to invite me in?” Queen Lana asked.
“No,” Prince Deacon said flatly, knowing that no supernatural can enter his house without an invitation.
Queen Larn signalled her Shaman and he started to hymn.
Queen Larn pushed past Prince Deacon followed by her guard, “where is she?”
“Who?” Prince Deacon played dumb.
“I can f*cking smell her so stop playing me for a fool,” Queen Lana said, her voice lined with anger, her authority bringing Prince Deacon down on one knee followed by the other.
“She left,” Prince Deaocn sayodthrough grinding teeth, his eyes forced to the ground.
With Prince Deacon on his knees, the shaman placed an obedient spell on him.
“It is done,” the Shaman said, hating that he had to do this to Prince Deacon.
Queen Lana reached out and touch him, sealing the spell. Unlike an Alpha or Luna, especially that of royal blood that forces pack members or any wolf into submission for a short period of time, a Shaman obedient spell was worst than being compelled by a Vampire; it can not be broken unless the Shaman that placed it undoes it.
Queen Lana sweeped her hand quickly past the Shaman’s neck, slitting his throat with a small blade that she was concealing. The Shaman grabbed his neck and fell to the ground.
“Burn your house down right now and meet me back at the council,” Queen Lana said, turning around and leaving.
Outside Prince Deacon’s house, she paused and turned o her guards, “make sure it is to the ground.”
Queen Lana got into one of the limos that drove them there with only half of her guard, ‘that will teach him to never define me again, and it should also take care of the Raven’s foresight, predicting that he will kill me and King Makens,’ she thought, pleased with herself.
Prince Deacon screamed and cried, unable to stop himself. He walked to the kitchen and turned on the gas stove. Prince Deacon took a wooden spatula and put it to the flame, holding it there until it got its own flame.
“Emily if you can hear me, try and run, cover yourself and run my love,” Prince Deacon called out to her, while he stood with the burning spatula pressing it to the couch.
Once the couch took fire he walked up the stairs and set the curtains, followed by the bed on fire. He stood for a moment and watched the bed, thinking about all their lovemaking before calling out again to her, “my love where are you?”
Prince Deacon walked down the stairs again and set all the curtains on the ground floor on fire.
Prince Deacon stood as long as he could inside the house, ‘if Emily dies here today, then so will I,’ he thought, fighting the urge to rescue himself from the heat of the fire that was starting to grow really fast.
