Only Half Dead
Chapter 69
Adelaide smiled sweetly and nodded. Quickly, her eyes turned serious and she looked intently af Kamilla. “Okay, but if he finds out and gets angry, you ma sure he doesn’t get to hurt you? Okay, Kamilla? And if by any chance, he ever manages to lay even a finger on you, love, get out of there. I don’t care if have to run around the world for the rest of our lives to escape from them, we’ll do it! You hear me?”
Kamilla pursed her lips and nodded quickly. “Yeah. But…” She sighed. “Viktor wouldn’t hurt me. Not like that. I think there’s a greater chance of me physically hurting him when I get mad. But if he had to hurt me, Ma… it would have nothing to do with physical violence.”
Adelaide sighed, leaning back as she understood. Her heart filled with worry for her daughter. Her Kamilla, who was half human with a heart that had more of an ability to feel pain than a Vamp’s. A heart fat more inclined to fall in love than a Vamp’s.
A train pulled noisily into the station as Kamilla hugged her mother tightly, wanting more than anything to keep her by her side.
Viktor tilted his head as he watched them from afar, his hands buried in his pockets. Oh. She… wasn’t running away. Blowing out a breath, he scratched at his neck. Well… he’d jumped to conclusions, hadn’t he?
What was this bizarre emotion? Frowning, he looked away from Kamilla and her mother. This was what humans called guilt. Viktor knew what it was, but he had no clue what he was doing feeling such a useless emotion! So what if she missed her mother? There was nothing special about moms, humans were just weak!
With a forced scoff, Viktor leaned back against a pillar, ignoring the many looks he got from women walking by, their eyes full of flirtatious interest.
Soon, Kamilla came hurrying past his pillar. She saw him and jumped so hard, her bag fell off her shoulder.
“Oh, my God!” she gasped, eyes wide. “Viktor…”
Viktor calmly looked at her and then pushed away from the pillar, glancing down at the empty platform.
“Where’s your mother?” he asked.
Kamilla bit her lip and looked at her shoes. She’d been too stupid to really think she could slip out and Viktor would be none the wiser. Damn, him! Did he have a tracker on her or something?
She peeked up at his calm expression. Was this the calm before the storm? “I uh… called her a cab. We decided to take separate exits.”
Viktor stepped forward and reached down to pick up her bag. Kamilla watched him with wide eyes. What was going on? Where was the rage? She’d broken his rules, hadn’t she? Well, she hadn’t run away, so technically… she hadn’t?
Viktor pried apart her tightly clenched hands and wrapped his around one. “Any time you want to see your mom, let me know. I’ll make it happen for you.”
Kamilla blinked at the back of his head as Viktor started leading her out of the subway.
She frowned when he suddenly darted under a dark stairway, jerking her in with him.
Kamilla gasped when the darkness transformed into the elevator and they walked into his apartment. She could never get used to that.
“Grab your stuff. We’ll get food on the way,” Viktor said as he started to let go off her hand.
When her grip didn’t disappear, Viktor stopped and looked down at their hands. Silently, Kamilla wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly, resting her head on his chest.
Viktor stood very still as her warmth enfolded him.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Viktor’s throat worked as he swallowed hard. Dropping her bag, he put his hands on her shoulders and slowly eased her off. “W–why are you being like this?” he demanded. “None of that mushy rubbish! We need to leave.”
Kamilla watched him stalk off and couldn’t help the smile that curved her lips. Look at him acting all macho! Geez. Did he think she hadn’t heard his heart
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Chapter 69
racing? It had sounded like there were horses running in his chesti
Scoffing, Kamilla prepared to leave.
Kamilla shuffled into the parlour trying to carry all her shopping bags without dropping anything. She’d bought so much on the way, making plenty stops, much to Viktor’s annoyance. He’d still willingly paid for everything though. The big black hat she wore flopped down over her eyer so she tilted back her head to see as she walked further into the castle.
“Demetriuuss?” she called just as came he racing out.
“Kamilla!” he exclaimed happily, immediately engulfing her in a big hug. “You’ve been gone forever!”
Viktor stalked past them. “Get off her!” he barked as he went in.
Kamilla was grinning from ear to ear as Demetrius released her and gave the back of Viktor’s head a look.
“We’ve only been gone for a few days?” she told him.
Demetrius sighed and took her bags. “It felt like forever! I’ve had to break up like two–hundred fights between Seth and Vlad and Damon won’t even let Grace hang out with me. Apparently, I’m a womanizer! Hah! Ridiculous, right?”
Kamilla laughed, nodding as they went in. She had no idea that she’d be this pleased to return here. “Absolute rubbish. You’re a saint!”
The smiles froze on their faces when Kamilla and Demetrius came to Viktor’s wing to find him standing in a lounge area, trembling from rage as he stared at Rogan who was reclined on a sofa across Damon.
Damon stood and put his hands in his pockets. “Leave Rogan. Now.”
Rogan smiled as he sighed heavily. He glanced over at Kamilla and she tensed.
“Oh. My Queen. I see you’re well and alive. Looking good, Kamilla”
Viktor’s hands fisted. “Rogan,” Viktor warned.
“Looking really good,” Rogan groaned.
Kamilla hadn’t even blinked and Viktor was across the room, Rogan’s throat gripped tightly in his hand.
Kamilla gasped, both hands covering her mouth.
Damon stepped forward. “Viktor!”
“Don’t fucking touch me, Damon,” Viktor growled out, his eyes bright beneath his swaying black hair as he stared into Rogan’s eyes.
“Go on…” Rogan forced out as Viktor gripped his throat tighter. “K–kill me… you’ve a–always…. wanted to! Kill me… and let everyone find out that… their King is nothing but a bastard…. A Cassius bastard!”
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