The Vampire's Luna
Chapter 110: Kanye West - Big Brother

Chapter 110: Kanye West - Big Brother

The man’s smile widened, lips curling. "A werewolf princess," he pointed out.

"Yes, since we are being specific—a banished werewolf princess," she replied dryly, lifting her chin an inch. She refused to let him frame her truth. She would own it.

The man chuckled, folding his hands before him as though pleased by her candor. "Ah...yes. I admire your father for such a stern decision. Things that are questionable should not be acceptable. Your father understands that."

"I don’t follow."

The man leaned slightly forward, as if about to confide in her. "I hope when you become queen that you keep that in mind too. Tough decisions are made on the throne."

"Gabriel!"

The man turned slowly. "Brother," he greeted, tilting his head with mockery so thinly veiled it was practically naked.

Lucivar stood then, his full height drawing all attention. His shoulders were taut, jaw clenched. His eyes were fixed on Gabriel.

"Leave her alone," Lucivar commanded.

"We were merely having a conversation. The princess is a quick-witted one. I like her." Gabriel’s voice echoed silkily through the sacred hall as he began a lazy descent down the steps of the High Temple. fre/ew.ebnovel.c om

Luna watched him disappear, her spine prickling with an unease that hadn’t left since he first spoke to her. She glanced at Lucivar, eyebrows lifting. "He just called you brother."

Lucivar exhaled through his nose, as if the word itself gave him a headache. "We may be brothers," he said, "but we do not see eye to eye on account of differing opinions to ruling the Blood City."

"Oh..." she said, which was all she could manage.

Lucivar nodded once, then turned his eyes to her again, their gaze steady but gentler now. "So...I noticed things are kinda rough between you and Damien."

Luna drew in a slow breath and let it out, her shoulders sagging just a little now that she was away from the scrutiny of the Lords and standing beside someone who actually seemed to give a damn.

"Yeah," she admitted, "he didn’t take my moving lightly."

Lucivar hummed knowingly, his arms folding across his broad chest. "He will come around."

Luna let out a dry chuckle. "I don’t think so. I think he has finally given up. But I’m glad he has the royal concubine." She folded her arms too, doing her best impression of emotional neutrality.

Lucivar turned to face her fully now, one dark brow arching. "Are you? Glad?"

Luna bit her lip and glanced away, then gave a half-hearted sigh. "Okay...no...that was a lie. I am pissed." She said it flatly, and the moment the words were out, it was like opening a floodgate. She turned to him, eyes narrowing as emotion rushed forward with force. "It was barely a day I left and he—he..." She shook her head, mouth tightening. "Do I mean that little?"

"I cannot answer that but I think it is your turn to fight for your mate." Luciver advised before turning to leave.

Luna sighed. Everyone is being cryptic today.

*****

Luna held the file tight in her fingers. Her eyes burned from reading and re-reading the clauses, the diplomatic language, the small print, the implications of allowing a human inventor to extend his life.

She could have handed it off to Damien’s assistant. But she wanted to see him, so she walked to his office.

The door to his office was slightly ajar.

She paused. She could hear a pained grunt, followed by the hurried murmur of another voice.

Sage Veyron was hunched over Damien. Damien was slumped in his chair, his face pale, sweat dripping from his temple. Every muscle in his body was taut, trembling with effort.

"I told you to rest," Sage muttered.

"It’s getting worse, Veyron," Damien murmured.

"Didn’t Morvakar say you have a year?"

Damien let out a bitter chuckle. "That’s what he said." He leaned his head back against the leather of his chair and winced as a sharp jolt raced through his spine. "But the pain is more frequent nowadays..."

He could hear her.

Her heartbeat.

He sat up a little straighter. He pulled on the cool mask of indifference.

There was a gentle knock at the door. She stepped inside a moment later, every inch of her composed and regal.

"Princess," Veyron said, bowing slightly.

"Good to see you again, Sage Veyron," Luna replied with a sweet, pleasant smile. "What brings you by?"

"A few political issues to discuss with the prince," Veyron lied without missing a beat.

"I brought the treaty for the human inventor for you to go through," Luna said, shifting her gaze to Damien. fre ewebno(v)e\l.(c)om

He hadn’t seen her in what felt like years, though it had only been days. She looked tired, a little paler, but still stunning. He wanted to grab her, kiss her.

"You can leave it here," he said flatly, gesturing to the table with a wave.

She hesitated, just for a fraction of a second. Her eyes searched his face, looking for an invitation.

Luna stepped further into the room, placing the file delicately on his desk, then turned to leave without another word.

Instead of returning to her office, Luna made a sharp turn, her heart thudding. Her personal guard called after her, she turned and asked him for the car keys and climbed into the car.

And then she drove.

Out of the city.

The journey was no more than half an hour. When she finally pulled up in front of Morvakar’s castle, her stomach turned.

The last time she’d come here, it had been with Damien and Kyllian, their bond tested and their tempers tightly wound. Now, she was alone. And angry. And afraid. But more than anything, she was desperate.

Without a pause, she pushed open the creaking doors. They moaned in protest.

She headed straight for the lounge chamber.

There, in the center of it all, reclined Morvakar.

The sorcerer draped lazily across a lounge chair that had seen better centuries. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed as if he were meditating.