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Authors: Erica Stevens
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about the exact same thing, but she wrapped Turner's other arm around her shoulders and helped Lucas carry him upstairs.
CHAPTER 5
Jack leaned back in his chair to watch Hannah as she left the room. Even though it was too large on her, he admired the way the material of the dress moved around her lithe figure. There was something about her, something he couldn't quite pinpoint. It was there , right in the back of his mind...
"I think you pissed that guy off," William interrupted his thoughts.
"Hmm," Jack reluctantly tore his attention away from Hannah.
William glanced toward where Hannah had disappeared. "But it seems you may have found someone else to focus on."
"I'm going to be pissing him off again before we leave here." Jack's fingers tapped on the water stained tabletop as he completely avoided William's comment.
"You're just so good at it."
Jack scowled at him. "That's the pot calling the kettle black."
William shrugged nonchalantly as he stretched his legs before him. "I never said I wasn't good at it either."
"Can I get you anything Your Highness?"
Jack glanced up at the frail vampire hovering at his side. A knot formed in his chest as he shook his head. "Don't call me that and please don't bow to me again."
Abe rang his hands together nervously as he continued to linger at his side. "You are the Prince Jericho though, right?"
He didn't know how to answer that question. Being a prince was something he had been born into, but it was a role that had never suited him. He'd also been the last son born, the most useless son, and it was something his father had never let him forget as his fists and feet had repeatedly rained down upon him as a child. There had been too many beatings to remember, hatred and cruelty had continuously festered within the walls of the multiple places his father had called home over the years. He was nine hundred and thirty two years old but the memories of his childhood were still something he preferred not to recall.
"The king is my brother," he confirmed.
He hadn't realized that Hannah and Lucas had come back downstairs until he heard the squeak of their feet coming to an abrupt halt at the bottom of the staircase. Hannah's rosebud mouth parted as her hand flew to her lips. He was unfamiliar with the feeling that twisted through his gut at the look she gave him. People always reacted differently to him when they realized who he was; he didn't want her to though. He wanted her to see him as the simple man he was, and not the prince. He didn't want her to think twice before throwing a pot of water on him again.
Her hand fell back to her side as she and her cousin attempted to kneel. "Don't!" Jack's voice was far more thunderous than he'd intended as he rose out of his chair, but the thought of her kneeling before him made him feel like a volcano about ready to erupt. They froze in mid-kneel, Lucas tilted awkwardly but Hannah managed to snag hold of his wrist before he could face plant onto the floor. "Don't kneel for me."
The cousins exchanged a look before straightening back up. Hannah straightened the front of her dress and stared at Jack as if she were afraid he might leap on her and sink his fangs into her slender throat. It was a notion that he didn't find all that unappealing, even if exchanging blood was something that vampires rarely did with each other.
Sitting back in the chair, he stretched his arms up and folded his hands behind his head. Though she seemed to relax a little, she didn't come any closer. "What brought you here?" she asked in a bare whisper.
Jack shrugged as he tried to appear casual, but his muscles remained tensed. "New laws have been established in the land. We've been traveling around making sure those laws are being obeyed in the outer towns."
"There are no blood slaves here," Lucas told him. "There were few vampires in this town that used the practice to begin with."
"Calvin seems to have his own set of rules though," William pointed out.
Abe
CHAPTER 5
Jack leaned back in his chair to watch Hannah as she left the room. Even though it was too large on her, he admired the way the material of the dress moved around her lithe figure. There was something about her, something he couldn't quite pinpoint. It was there , right in the back of his mind...
"I think you pissed that guy off," William interrupted his thoughts.
"Hmm," Jack reluctantly tore his attention away from Hannah.
William glanced toward where Hannah had disappeared. "But it seems you may have found someone else to focus on."
"I'm going to be pissing him off again before we leave here." Jack's fingers tapped on the water stained tabletop as he completely avoided William's comment.
"You're just so good at it."
Jack scowled at him. "That's the pot calling the kettle black."
William shrugged nonchalantly as he stretched his legs before him. "I never said I wasn't good at it either."
"Can I get you anything Your Highness?"
Jack glanced up at the frail vampire hovering at his side. A knot formed in his chest as he shook his head. "Don't call me that and please don't bow to me again."
Abe rang his hands together nervously as he continued to linger at his side. "You are the Prince Jericho though, right?"
He didn't know how to answer that question. Being a prince was something he had been born into, but it was a role that had never suited him. He'd also been the last son born, the most useless son, and it was something his father had never let him forget as his fists and feet had repeatedly rained down upon him as a child. There had been too many beatings to remember, hatred and cruelty had continuously festered within the walls of the multiple places his father had called home over the years. He was nine hundred and thirty two years old but the memories of his childhood were still something he preferred not to recall.
"The king is my brother," he confirmed.
He hadn't realized that Hannah and Lucas had come back downstairs until he heard the squeak of their feet coming to an abrupt halt at the bottom of the staircase. Hannah's rosebud mouth parted as her hand flew to her lips. He was unfamiliar with the feeling that twisted through his gut at the look she gave him. People always reacted differently to him when they realized who he was; he didn't want her to though. He wanted her to see him as the simple man he was, and not the prince. He didn't want her to think twice before throwing a pot of water on him again.
Her hand fell back to her side as she and her cousin attempted to kneel. "Don't!" Jack's voice was far more thunderous than he'd intended as he rose out of his chair, but the thought of her kneeling before him made him feel like a volcano about ready to erupt. They froze in mid-kneel, Lucas tilted awkwardly but Hannah managed to snag hold of his wrist before he could face plant onto the floor. "Don't kneel for me."
The cousins exchanged a look before straightening back up. Hannah straightened the front of her dress and stared at Jack as if she were afraid he might leap on her and sink his fangs into her slender throat. It was a notion that he didn't find all that unappealing, even if exchanging blood was something that vampires rarely did with each other.
Sitting back in the chair, he stretched his arms up and folded his hands behind his head. Though she seemed to relax a little, she didn't come any closer. "What brought you here?" she asked in a bare whisper.
Jack shrugged as he tried to appear casual, but his muscles remained tensed. "New laws have been established in the land. We've been traveling around making sure those laws are being obeyed in the outer towns."
"There are no blood slaves here," Lucas told him. "There were few vampires in this town that used the practice to begin with."
"Calvin seems to have his own set of rules though," William pointed out.
Abe
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