Dangerous Kiss (On Hold)

Chapter 9

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Lord Zadimus Devonshire tapped his foot impatiently and looked down upon his watch.

Where was she?!

He sighed, irritation painting his features and looked around. The event was hosted in one of the grand houses of the Royal High Vampires. In fact, it was Purity's brother's house. Devonshire knew that he wouldn't avoid her. She'd be curious since he hadn't seen her in a decade.

Devonshire's finger twitched as the clock was a minute from the request time of arrival on the invitation. Oh how people would talk if Devonshire's 'mate', who is mortal, was late.

Zadimus tugged on his tuxedo, fixing the perfectly fitted material. The sound of horse's hooves caught his attention and he looked up.

The carriage finally showed up! He breathed a sigh of relief as the black with golden designs carriage pulled up, the white stallions coming to a stop.

Zadimus, as society said he should, waltzed over and opened the door to let out the females.

From the carriage stepped Vanessa, Maribelle, and Isadora.

His alarms went off as Arya was not located inside.

"Where is she?!" Devonshire growled quietly, his fists curling at his sides. The bite of pain from his nails reining him in. Some of the other Hoards were watching as his pack arrived. He must keep control.

Wolfe and Jrake jumped up off the handler's seat of the carriage and handed the reins to one of the servants working tonight.

"She wanted to take her own transport..." Jrake explained.

"WHAT?!" barked Devonshire. A couple of high vampires looked their way, their noses high in the air; like goats. He lowered his voice, feeling his blood boil, "Didn't you think she would run?"

Isadora clicked her tongue, fixing her navy blue silk dress around the chestal area, "You have no trust in her loyalty, do you?"

Devonshire opened his mouth and Isadora raised her hand, silencing him. "Just look." She pointed in the direction of the entrance, where huge trees shadowed the incoming people.

From the obscurity emerges a beast of a horse. The thing was Raven black, its muscles radiating power with every step. Its dark eyes holding wilderness and the heart of a tiger. It stylishly neighed, throwing it head back and entering the gates.

Many of the vampires littered across the huge grass lawn glanced up as they noticed the thing had a rider.

Vampire society said everyone must take a carriage, yet here was a cloaked rider upon a untamable beast.

The deep maroon cloak hid the rider's features as they sat regally upon the back of the beast, perfect in their posture. Perfect in their state of control. Their back was as straight as steel and the aura of power leaked from them.

The horse threw his head back again as his rider urged him forward. Devonshire watched with respect as the untamable beast listened to this mysterious rider; happy to be compliant.

Zadimus felt his gut clench. His finger twitched. Why did he have a nasty feeling that he knew who this disregarder of society was? This really erotic looking disregarder of society.

He watched with admiration as the figure gracefully led the horse toward the entrance and stopped before Zadimus. The horse stomped his hooves, unhappy with the idea of stopping. With a gentle touch from his rider, the horse stilled, puffing air into the midnight wind. He was ferocious, and the rider... even more so.