“Are you done?” Viktor asked her.
Kamilla glared at him from where she was crouched and pushed herself up. “What are you made of?! Titanium?!
Viktor’s grin broadened, as sexy as it was threatening. “You
turn.”
hould go on if you’re not done, Kamilla.” He raised a brow. “Cause when you’re done… it’s my
Kamilla’s face slowly paled. She blinked once then twice. “Huh?”
Pulling a black silk cloth from his pocket, Viktor wiped at his nose. “I said… when you’re done… it’s my turn. Done?”
Kamilla gulped and snuck a look at Damon as she inched towards the open doors. “D–D… Damon?”
Damon shook his head, closing his eyes. “Don’t even try and involve me in this.”
Viktor’s head lowered, his eyes darker as they stared at her and Kamilla swore she saw the devil in flesh when his mouth curved in a grin. “My turn,
Kamilla.”
Kamilla’s scream filled the castle as she turned around and ran, whipping around corners and curves. She didn’t know why, but he’d managed to stir real fear in her even though she knew he couldn’t possibly kill her. Right? Surely, he wouldn’t kill her over a few measly punches. Would he?!
Unsure about the answer to that question, Kamilla ran until she came to the front hall where she quickly halted as Viktor materialized before her very eyes.
She froze. It wasn’t even a walk. He prowled out of his darkness, his sharp, glowing–eyed gaze focused on her.
When his lips spread and she saw a hint of his sharp fangs, Kamilla thought she’d died. But he was so damn beautiful, she wasn’t sure whether she was in hell or heaven.
“Come here, Kamilla,” called Viktor as though calling to a kitten.
Kamilla released a single sob as she stared at him with wide eyes, her mouth turned downward. “Viktor, stooopp. You’re scaring me. I mean… how could you possibly punch me back? I’ll break in two!”
“Should have thought of that sooner, Kamilla,” he told her, his eyes filled with amusement. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Aww… but, Viktor…” Kamilla bit her lip, sneaking a look at the staircase to Demetrius’s wing. Without further thought, she dashed in that direction.
Sadly, she didn’t get far as Viktor caught her around the middle and tugged her back against him.
“Come here!” he told her. “Little rascal.”
Kamilla screamed as he threw her over his shoulder. “Wait! I’m sorry I made you bleed. I’ll kiss it better! Truce?”
She gasped when his hand landed in a slap on her butt. “Silence! Because of you, I won’t be able to trigger my alter. You deserve to be punished.”
“Uhm… my King?”
Viktor looked across the hall to the doors and raised his brows at Seth who awkwardly stood there.
“Yes?”
Pursing his lips at them, Seth walked over and bowed. “Good morning, King. My Queen.”
Kamilla raised a peace sign before letting her arm fall limp again.
“What is it, Seth?” asked Viktor.
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Seth cleared his throat. “Well, there is no trouble yet, King, but there are rumors. Rogan has started these rumors as…” He lowered his eyes, “Bena told me She is trustworthy, my King. I swear it.”
Viktor’s eyes narrowed. “What did she say?”
Seth released a breath. “Rogan has started getting people to believe that Kamilla… that she’s got relations with those of Cassius. He’s made it sound like she’s got friends there who she visits and tells secrets of Onyx. He also said…”
Viktor slowly slid Kamilla off his shoulder and she stood against his body, looking disbelieving at Seth over her shoulder. “What else did he say?”
Seth closed his eyes. “He’s telling people that my King isn’t… that he isn’t okay. He’s saying living with humans for all but fifteen years of your life has made you human and that… you’ve got human mental deficiencies. Specifically… that you’ve got a multiple personality disorder.”
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