Chapter 118
The Elders gathered near Viktor, looking at him with apologetic eyst.
Viktor glared at them as he righted his clothes.
“Get out of my castle. All of you!”
Pushing past them, Viktor stalked out of the meeting hall, feeling far too charged and angered to look at thinse Elders‘ faces, Ramilla watched Kim ga, ke shirt sleeves torn through from the broken wood and the cuts on his arms visible through the openings.
She gasped. He was bleeding an awful lot from those cuts.
Leaving Damon to talk to his fellow Elders, Kamilla ran after Viktor.
When she reached an empty parlor, she rolled her eyes realizing he’d teleported. Great. It was at moments like these that she wished she had all the perks of a full Vamp.
Glaring at her very human legs, Kamilla ran up the staircase that winded up into the castle until she came to Viktor wing.
Reaching his chambers, Kamilla pushed the doors open and walked in, looking around the empty room.
She pursed her lips when she heard water running.
Oh. He was taking a bath.
Kamilla looked at the double doors leading to his fancy bathroom, her cheeks going red as she envisioned him in there. All naked.
She pursed her lips in thought and then quickly cut off the thought when it took a very wrong turn.
Well… she should probably leave.
With a nod, she turned for the door.
“Are you just going to stand out there or are you going to come in?” Viktor’s voice suddenly reached her and Kamilla froze.
Slowly turning, she looked at his bathroom doors and sighed. Having a Vampire for a soul mate was hard. There was no doing anything in secret.
Squaring her shoulders, she walked to the doors and stood before them.
Kamilla bit her lip. Wasn’t this possibly her endangering her own life?
Viktor had just finished a brawl with his nemesis and the extra rage could very likely end up spent on her.
Rogan really had pissed Viktor off. Well… it wasn’t healthy for him to just keep all of that anger inside him. Surely such a sour emotion would turn sweet little Viktor into a raging madman.
Kamilla sighed. Who was she kidding? She’d be lucky to ever have her current raging madman turn into a sweet Viktor. Charming was Charming. He wasn’t Viktor, so it didn’t count,
Kamilla stared at the doors as she decided her fate. Well, very likely that he’d
go off
at her.
She pursed her lips. If that happened, she’d just/scream back at him until they both lost their voices. At least it would help him cool off.
Happy with her logic, Kamilla pushed the doors open.
And immediately froze.
In the deep tub at the center of the room, with eyes closed Viktor sat, his body soaked in the filled tub. He had his arms extended across both sides of the
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giant tub, his head leaned back so his throat was exposed to her.
Kamilla bit the inside of her cheek. She knew she’d asked herself this countless times, but Kamilla couldn’t help wondering just once more. Howt last ho was it possible for him to be this bloody gorgeous?!
“It’s rude to stare,” murmured Viktor.
Kamilla blinked and immediately turned her gaze to the ground, putting a hand over her eyes for good measure.
Ah. Ha–ha! I’ll come back later!”
“Get in here. This is nothing you haven’t seen before so don’t act shy.”
Kamilla bit her lip, glaring at the palm of her hand. As annoying as he was
gorgeous.
With a sigh, she stepped in and turned around to close the doors, before putting a hand back over her eyes to face Viktor.
“So… uhm,” she began awkwardly. “I noticed you bleeding quite a bit back there.” She frowned and sighed in confusion. “But, I mean, don’t you Vamps foot pain at all? Rogan’s back was totally torn up and he just went leaping out of that window like a paraglider! And you…” she lowered her hand with a s before quickly putting it back up. “Uh… yes, you! Those cuts on your arms should be treated!”
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