Hunted By The Barbaric Vampire King

|37|~ Finally Together Again~

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Beretta POV.

By force, my hand lands in King Nicklaus's hand,  and when I say by force, I mean it.

At the moment, my body isn't my own. My feet are moving on their own accord as I walk with him towards the dance floor.

Isn't this a bunch of bullshit?

"The ruthless king compelled you," Davina's voice appears in my head.

"Impossible!" I snap, that's absurd. I've been told that some vampires can compel humans and that the most powerful vampires can even compel their species. Yet even with that, I've never heard of vampires that can compel other supernatural creatures. That's unheard of, never mentioned.

"Oh, it's very much possible just look at you," she seems to enjoying this. Her booming laughter rings so loudly in my ear, damn near bursting my ear drum.

"Oh, and before I go good luck. By the look of things. You're going to need it," and with that. She's gone.

"Excuse me," Luscious shrill before storming away as well. Watching him leave, I shoot daggers in his direction.

"See I told you so!" chimes King Cyrus, I raise my eyebrows at that. Could it be that he's the reason for King Nicklaus new found interest in me? Is this all King Cyrus doing?! Did the Ruthless King sick his big dog on little ole me?

Of course, he did! He's a pussy.

He will pay for this.

"You're a feisty little hunter," King Nicklaus's deep voice booms, gaining my attention. For the first time tonight, I study every inch of him.

He's like a skyscraper standing beside me. Sharp and smooth King Nicklaus is looking insanely stunning wearing a bespoke designer tuxedo. His black vest is crafted from the finest silk. He wears no bow tie and the milky white shirt underneath is a sharp contrast to his perfectly tanned skin.

On top of that, he's a total fox. His angular features appear to be crafted by the gods themselves with his high cheekbones, broad forehead, and sharp jawline.

His gleamingly smooth icky black hair is slicked back perfectly, placing all the focus on his icy silver-cerulean stare. Their king is an extremely handsome man, indeed but he's not Luscious. He doesn't do it for me. No one does and I'm one hundred percent certain now that I've met him no one ever will.

My eyes are only for him.

My inamorato. Damn, that man.

"Inamorato," says King Nicklaus quizzically, bringing me back to him. "If my memory serves me correctly inamoratos to hunters are like beloveds to vampires, correct?" He squeezes my hand a little tighter.

The crowd part ways, as me and their oh-so-grand king finally approach the dance floor.

"Why?" I ask. Why does he want to know?

"Let's just say that I'm curious,"

Clearly, but still, I don't get it. Why so curious? "I've been told that curiosity always kills the cat, King Nicklaus!" I sass him.

He smiles at that. "I'm no cat," he says, faking offense.

"You're right! You're a bat."