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Only Half Dead
Chapter 137
The tension in the room was thick and heavy as Viktor and Rogan stared at each other.
“I was telling your bride how eager 1 was to have you here,” Rogan said darkly.
Viktor’s teeth clenched, a muscle ticking angrily in his jaw. “Kamilla,” he called in a low rumble of a voice. “Come over here.*
Kamilla slowly got up, but hadn’t taken a single step when Rogan held up a hand to stop her.
“Why in such a hurry, Viktor? Didn’t you come here for me? Or was it all for your little mate?‘ With a slight hiss, Rogan tilted his head. “I’m hurt.”
Viktor’s glare was sharp as it cut across the room. “Wait your fucking turn, Rogan,‘ he muttered darkly.
“Fuck that!” Rogan growled back. I’ve waited centuries for this moment. I’m done waiting.”
Viktor snarled and Kamilla saw his fangs lengthen when he bared them. “Then I’ll just kill you right now!”
Charged with more power and rage than Kamilla had ever seen before, Viktor began to stalk toward Rogan sending Kamilla’s heart into a panic.
Without thinking, she hurried up to Viktor, blocking his path with hands firmly in his chest. Viktor, wait! Wait a minute…”
His eyes were so purely green, glowing more powerfully than a witch’s spell as he glared at Rogan over her head. “Kamilla, leave. Go and find Damon and stay there.”
Shaking her head, Kamilla battled to hold him back. “No, just wait a bit. Let’s not do this this way, Viktor, this isn’t who you are!”
“Aw, goodness gracious!” yelled Rogan in a sickly sweet voice before throwing back his head with laughter. His chest shook with it as he wiped at his eyes and sassily brushed back his hair. “Oh, man…” He chuckled. “You two are comedy gold.”
Kamilla glared at him from over her shoulder and Rogan raised his brows. “What, Kamilla? Don’t look at me that way. I’m not the one being brainless here.”
Kamilla spun around putting her back to Viktor. “Excuse me?”
Rogan’s eyes narrowed. “Your words prove it. What? That’s not who he is?” Rogan laughed again. “That… is exactly who… what he is! He’s not just any Vampire King, he’s an Onyx Vampire King, and they are certified evil, little love. Did you not know?”
Viktor’s mouth curved with a shaky scoff. “Rogan…” he said in dark warning.
Rogan only grew bolder, embracing the moment he’s always waited for, feeling even more satisfaction than when he’d felt when he killed Darrius with his bare hands.
“Tell her, Viktor,” he encouraged, fueling Viktor’s anger as much as he could. “Tell her how the blood in your veins is of a monster. Tell her you’re of the kind that kills those they claim to love!”
Kamilla felt anger flash through her. “That is not true!”
Rogan chuckled. “Oh, but it is! Just like Darrius claimed to love my mother. Did I tell you that?” he asked, looking up at the ceiling in thought. “Of course, that was before he found out she was an enchantress and not a trueblood, after which he kicked her to the curb, only to return years later to fight with her over me!” Rogan released a hoarse laugh that shook his shoulders. “He killed her because he didn’t want his “son” to be raised into Sorcery.” Shaking his head with a laugh, Rogan walked over to his bar when he pulled up drinks along with a wooden case.
Viktor was trembling from all that he was suppressing as he stared at Rogan. “Cut all the bullshit, Rogan! I didn’t come here to hear any of that.”
“But you will hear it!!” Rogan yelled furiously. He leaned over his bar. “You will listen to every single thing I have to tell you and when I am through…” He grinned. “Not even Kamilla will want anything to do with you.”
Kamilla’s eyes narrowed, her own strength fueled by Viktor’s power. “Nothing you ever say will break our bond,” she told Rogan.
