55__She cheated on me with me

Kamilla sat against the headboard, peaking at Viktor through the opening in her blanket as he stood at the foot of her bed.

What on earth was he doing? She’d woken up from a sweet nap to see him looming over her like the Grim Reaper, staring at her with those dark blue eyes.

She cleared her throat, but Viktor only crossed his arms across his wide chest and continued staring suspiciously at her.
Kamilla huffed, blowing a strand out of her face. “Are you going to say anything?” she asked him.

One corner of Viktor’s mouth curled down and his eyes narrowed. “You. When I was… when my alter appeared… were you getting cosy with him?”

Kamilla gasped. “Your… alter? You mean Charming? You remember what we spoke about?”

Viktor waved a dismissive hand. “Yes, yes, I do. And I spoke to Damon while you were off baking cookies with Demetrius. I also watched the recording of… the alter… so you can’t lie.”
Kamilla gasped louder. “You… you watched it?” she asked in a whisper. Viktor didn’t answer. Kamilla swallowed. “How was it?”

He shrugged. “Well… bizarre. However, that isn’t what I came here to discuss.” Viktor’s gaze darkened and he pinned her in place with a sharp look. “I couldn’t help but notice just how close together you and… *Charming*… were sitting. Nor could I ignore just how much he seemed to rely on you emotionally. He was a breath away from holding your hand.”
Kamilla lowered the blanket from over her head and sat it around her shoulders as she stared at Viktor with an open mouth. “P… pardon?”

Viktor put his hands in his pockets. “That’s why you wouldn’t stop saying how much of a gentleman this ‘Charming’ is.”

Kamilla scoffed loudly and pushing onto her knees, crawled quickly to the end of her bed, before straightening up on her knees and studying Viktor closely.
He raised his brow at her. “What are you doing?” he demanded.
Kamilla couldn’t erase the look of utter disbelief on her face. “Are you… *jealous*, by any chance?”
Viktor narrowed his eyes so sharply, Kamilla saw them glint. “Jealous? Of what?”

“That’s what I’d like to know!”

Viktor looked away and scoffed out a laugh. “You’re delusional if you think I’m jealous of anything, Kamilla,” he told her.

Kamilla blinked at him. “Me? *I’m* the delusional one? Who’s the one being jealous of *himself*? You’re him and he’s you!”

“Not exactly!” Viktor snarled before glaring at her. “We have different names, different specie natures, different titles, with me being King and him not! I watched that video *five* times over, he and I couldn’t be more different!” He gritted his teeth after his short rant and looked down at Kamilla with unhidden triumph. “Well?”

Kamilla shook her head in disbelief. “Well, what, Viktor? You want me to say ‘Yeah, you’re right, your other personality is another person and I cheated on you.’?”

Viktor blinked. He cleared his throat and flexed a shoulder. Kamilla pursed her lips and Viktor gave her a side eye. “Well,” he started. “At least you can admit it!”
Kamilla’s jaw fell open. “What? I didn’t admit—”
Viktor spun on his royal heel and stalked out of the room, leaving Kamilla huffing and puffing like the big, bad wolf. Only, she was as confused, upset and red-cheeked as a little piggy.
“Viktor!” she yelled after him, violently throwing off her blanket to stalk out after him. “I didn’t admit anything, you chicken-headed—”

Kamilla came to a sharp halt outside her chambers beside Viktor as Sasha stood before them, looking at the pair.

“What?” Sasha asked them quietly. She looked at Kamilla with raised brows. “You cheated on Viktor?”
Kamilla turned to ice. “Uhm… huh?”
Sasha’s gaze went quickly from Viktor to Kamilla. “I just heard you say you cheated on him.”
“Is that all you heard?” asked Viktor.
Sasha nodded. “I heard that just as I came into this wing. As well as Kamilla calling you a chicken-head, of course.” She focused on Viktor. “Did she cheat on you?”

“No,” growled Viktor. “Not that it’s really any of your business, Sasha. What are you doing in my castle?”

She eased back and seemed to relax as she shrugged at Viktor. “I came to see Kamilla. Demetrius said she was in her Chambers.” Sasha looked at Kamilla and to Kamilla utter shock, bowed at her. “My Queen,” she greeted.

Kamilla blinked. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder at the empty hallway. Had Viktor married someone else while she was napping?
She looked back at Sasha and pointed at her own chest with raised brows.
Sasha nodded and lowered her gaze. “Forgive me if I’ve interrupted, but I was sent to tell you something.”

Viktor and Kamilla exchanged looks.
“What did you do to her? You threatened her, didn’t you?” Viktor accused Kamilla, his eyes filled with the amusement his mouth wasn’t showing.
Kamilla opened her mouth to declare her innocence, but quickly remembered the blow she’d dealt Sasha the previous week and closed her mouth. “Nothing… much,” she muttered instead.

Viktor narrowed her eyes at her and turned to Sasha. “Who sent you?”
Sasha lowered her hand from where she’d been massaging her neck and looked at them. “Rena. The Enchantress.”
“The witch?” said Viktor. “Why?”
“Is it about Rogan?” asked Kamilla. She quickly turned to Viktor. “Did Damon tell you?”

Viktor nodded. “Yeah. And… the recording told me too. But I say bullshit. We’re not working with a witch.”
Kamilla made a face at him. “Bullshit is your unnecessary stubbornness!”

Viktor gave her a look so sharp, Kamilla shut her mouth right away and turned back to face Sasha.
“Uhm…” said Sasha awkwardly. “Rena wanted me to tell you—”
“Why are you in contact with a witch?” Viktor interrupted, looking at Sasha with a frown. “Stay away from that kind before you end up in one of their cauldrons for a potion. Don’t you know how many different spells they can make with a Trueblood Vampire?”

Kamilla closed her eyes tiredly. “Rena’s nice, okay, so please the let the girl speak.”
Her eyes were still closed so she didn’t see Viktor glare at her.

“Cheaters and Witches have been known to be friends in history,” he muttered.
Kamilla’s eyes flew wide open. “What?!” she demanded. Kamilla bit her bottom lip in rage. “Viktor King, I swear, if you don’t stop—”

“What message did the witch send you with?” Viktor interrupted.

Kamilla released a breath so heavy, she sounded like a train. God, he was practically somersaulting on her last goddamn nerve!

Rena looked nervously at the two of them, quietly thinking that maybe Kamilla and Viktor were suited to each other’s weirdness. “Well, it’s about Kamilla’s mother.”
Kamilla froze. She looked at Sasha with a frown. “What? What about my mother?”
“She said,” began Sasha. “That she managed to speak to a royal enchantress from Cassius… the Queen’s aunt, and the enchantress says for you to call your mother, Kamilla.”
Kamilla poked out her bottom lip in thought. “Call my mom? Why?”

“Rena wasn’t sure, but the enchantress said you should ask her why she had to go into hiding when your father was still alive.”
Kamilla grew quiet, taken aback by the sudden depth of matters.

Viktor tilted his head. “Did she say why it matters? How it could possibly help anything?”

Sasha shook her head. “No. Just that Kamilla should find out why her mom had to run away.”

“My father was killed,” said Kamilla quietly. “My mom said he knew he would be. He told her that she and I were in danger because we were his weakness. But mum never knew who he hid us from.” She glanced at Viktor. “When I… when I found out that I was half-Vamp… and that I had to suddenly leave mum and come here to a Vampire Kingdom, I thought that was the reason my mom had kept me hidden. To protect me. But then she told me about my father and how he’d hidden us from danger, so I knew I couldn’t be the reason.”

“Did you ask her what the danger was?” Sasha asked.

Kamilla slowly shook her head. “No.”

Damon appeared behind Sasha. “I might know the answer to that,” he said.
Kamilla leaned over and looked at him. “Really?”
Viktor looked at Sasha. “Thanks, Sasha. You may leave.”
Sasha glanced at them before nodding and walking off down the hallway and out of Kamilla’s wing.

Damon walked over and stood beside Viktor. He looked at Kamilla. “If I remember correctly, your father, the Vampire Elder, Klayton, was killed twenty years ago rather unexpectedly. The Elders didn’t know who did it, but the King knew … and Rogan was the only Elder who knew.”

Kamilla’s eyes narrowed. “Rogan knew?”

Viktor bit his lip in thought and nodded. “He had to have. The late King knew because Klayton was his closest friend. And Rogan knew because…”
“Because he was the killer,” completed Damon, nodding at Viktor.
Kamilla’s mouth fell open. “No…” she said, with a shake of her head. “No way.”

Damon nodded. “Yes way. The late Vampire King, Darrius, was old and powerful… but still old. I’m talking close to a thousand years. With Klayton at his side, he was okay, but with his Queen dead and without Klayton, he was prey for a young, hateful Vampire like Rogan.”

“So Rogan took out Klayton,” murmured Kamilla. “My father. And the Queen… Viktor’s mother?”

Damon nodded. “Yes. He finally managed to kill the King a year and a half ago. That’s when Viktor was forced to return to Onyx.”

Kamilla frowned. “Why didn’t Rogan just take over the throne while Viktor was gone?”

Viktor shook his head. “Rogan wants to kill me too. That’s why he made the Elders insist I return.” He shrugged. “Too bad I won’t die.”
Kamilla released a breath, suddenly realizing that she’d been alone with Rogan too many times. He could have put her in her grave!
She looked at Viktor and Damon. “So… that’s it, right? My father knew Rogan could try and attack him through mum and I?”

Damon nodded. “Yes, and that’s why he hid you.”

Viktor frowned. “But there could be another reason. How can you be sure that Rogan’s the reason Klayton hid them?”

Damon looked at him and pursed his lips. “Rogan wanted to kill them. I can be sure because… it’s the exact same reason why Darrius hid you, Viktor.”