CHAPTER 7 :

"Now, that's like a good boy." He smiles at me, as he takes out a huge key from his breast pocket. He reaches to the rusty iron lock, as he pushes the key inside the key hole. And, a sharp clang annouces that the lock is now open.

"Should you try to escape, I will return your friend in pieces." He says while opening the door.

"Can you please stop with the threats? I'm not going anywhere." I look at him with sheer disgust.

"If you insist." He offers me a hand, as I take it and walk out of the cell.

"What about Jamie? Where will he stay?" I try to make sure that he's not gonna stay in that cow shed of a cell.

"Oh, my servants will shift him to the guest quater. And, he'll be fine, till you stick to your terms." He holds my hand as we talk through the dimly lit corridors.

I nod, as we face a set of stairs laden with a blood red carpet. We climb the stairs, as we come face to face with another corridor. The castle is bewitching! Dark, obsidian looking walls, with abstract paintings hanging on them. The corridors have chandeliers hanging from them with every 6 feet of distance covered.

Decorated lanters stick on the walls and the ceiling is decorated with off white coloured neon lights.

"I hope you find the castle to your liking. After all, my king, you're going to stay in here for 6 months." He looks at me with his red eyes, not even blinking.

"It is....marvellous." I exclaim, as I admire the beauty of the castle. We come to a halt infront of a huge oak door, as he pushes it open.

I don't fail to realise that he is death cold to the touch and his skin is as smooth as caramel gliding over melted chocolate.

"Daemon, this is going to be your room." The doors open to reveal a huge room, with blood red walls and flickers of golden paint used to intricately design the walls. The room is spacious, and has all the facilities one needs to stay like a literal king.

I step into the room, as I spot the bed which is a king size one as well, covered with black satin sheets and two pillows on each side. There is a maroon coloured couch on the left side of the room.

"Okay, thank you. After we're married, are you gonna sleep in here, with me?" I speak the words before analysing it. Shit. Why do I always say these kind of things in the most inopportune times?

"Chances are very less. Why?" I think I see a smug smile on his lips. Handsome bastard! God, he really is attractive for someone who's as ruthless as him.

"Vampires don't sleep. Why are all these bedrooms for?" I ask him, as he suddenly vamp speeds towards me and pushes me up against the wall.

His body is pressed onto mine, and sensing that his lips a few inches away from mine, I gulp down the lump formed in my throat.

"It is not intended for sleep." He grazes my jawline with his finger, as he discreetly steps back.

I gape at him, knowing full well what he meant, and he walks away from the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Vampire playboy, huh? A cursed one, that too. Interesting and purely disgusting.