Long live the Queen.
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"It's been hell meeting you, Damon Salvatore. Goodbye"
In the final book of the Reign series, Calla Ames was a girl who got drawn into the darkness that ultimately destroyed her. Her name being whispered throughout the...
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'I could have been a princess, you'd be a king. But no, you let me go'
Slowly and reluctantly, I uncover my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. Streaks of sunlight penetrate the balcony door and blind me. The early morning flood of tourist sound from outside the walls and a jazz musician takes his place at the end of the street.
Sitting up, I drag my feet off the bed and rub the palms of my hands over my eyes. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn. Combing my fingers through my tangled hair, I cringe slightly at how it must look.
Jumping up from the plush bed letting the cold air condition embrace me, I sluggishly walk with both feet dragging toward the full-length mirror. Unaware of the man sleeping by the side of my bed until I trip over his body and smack my head on the floor.
"Kol!" I scream loud enough to draw the attention of the conversing people downstairs.
Twisting myself around I glare at the shirtless man blinking slowly from his abrupt awakening. His brown hair is a disheveled mess and the white cover doesn't hide his drool-worthy upper body. I catch myself from trailing my gaze down his upper half, from his broad shoulders to his hard abs and the v that trails down into his low hanging boxes. I hate how my body becomes hot all the sudden. I keep reminding myself that I'm mad... no not mad, I'm so passed mad now. I'm furious.
"Are you kidding me? There are three empty bedrooms in this place, go find one!" I surprise myself with how mean I sound so early in the morning. Too bad I don't think he's truly awake as he blinks at me.
"And let Tristan come through the balcony to watch you sleep? Sure, I'll do that next time. Why don't I just sit in the corner as you two have a quick rump in the sack as well?" I'm impressed by his sarcasm a minute after he woke up.
My eyes narrow into slits before grabbing a fairly large grimore off the floor next to me and chucking it at him. I don't bother to watch it smack into him as I'm off the floor in a blur, hearing his groan when the book made contact with him and smirking wickedly before turning to focus on my reflection.
He groans again before he throws the book passed my head and smacking against the wall. I hardly flinch, running my hair through my golden strands. "For god sake Calla. Quit your tantrum, we both have many things to be mad about"
I look at him through the mirror as he stands and prowls closer to me with a mean snarl curling on his lips. Again, I stare at him unaffected.
"It's too early in the morning for this." I whirl around on the balls of my feet, my hair whipping him in the face as I do so and he growls lowly with a warning.
It annoys me that he won't leave me alone. Whenever he pisses me off he knows to keep his distance for a few days. But this time is different. I'm not pissed, I'm absolutely furious. He hasn't been far from my side since I came back. It has made me kill him more than once.
