In which a girl is kidnapped by the king of New Orleans; The king who hates witches.
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He hates witches for reasons unknown to Zizi. Zizi, a human (or so she thinks she is), moves to New Orleans with her sister for a fresh start afte...
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CHAPTER 6: Breakfast with Vamin
Vamin sat at the head of the dining room table. His hands positioned on the knife and fork, ready to cut into his pancake. And with that same knife, Zizi could cut the tension in the room. Awkward enough, Zizi's stiff posture caused a dull ache in her neck.
Zizi sat two seats from him, still very close, with a bandaged broken wrist. She was trying her hardest to eat with her left hand, it didn't help that she was terrified of Vamin. She wasn't ambidextrous so she fumbled with the cutlery, dropping it and picking it up again. She tried not to pay attention to the man but she couldnt help not to notice Vamin's shift. It seemed her state of uneasiness bothered him.
Vamin placed the cutlery down, looking directly at her. His stare, so piercing that her heart rate began to speed up. He could hear it, with his supernatural hearing, she could tell by the sick look on his face.
This fucking man!
"Need some help?" He questioned, looking amused.
She wanted to glare, to curse, to do anything to show him she wasn't scared of him. A lie it would be, to do any of those things. Fore in fact, Zizi was terrifically frightened of the man. And this was her mate? Should there not be a bond? It confused Zizi because, although she didn't read too many fantasy books growing up. She read some, and the concept of soul mates seemed pretty clear. Why is he treating me this way?
Vamin only raised a brow before picking back up his fork and knife.
"Your majesty!—"
Vamin huffed as he once again, dropped his cutlery.
He turned to face his servant Yong Seo. Yong Seo stood stiffly, no trace of playfulness. She seemed a great deal of a professional, atleast that's what Zizi thought.
Then again all his servants are zombies here.
"Seo...what can I do for you?" He questioned in what Zizi noticed was a bored tone. That's what'd she'd call it but even then, his tone held no emotion. Not even boredom. But when Zizi stared deeply into his eyes, she could see darkness. She could also see a silhouette of a monster; One that surely was not capable of loving her.
