The Cruel Prince of Wolves

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Ramona woke up to a high ceiling painted reverently with a dramatic scene from a battle long forgotten. It was beautifully painted, dark and gothic, sure to give someone a nightmare staring at it before falling asleep. The room was grand, bigger than anything she had ever been. Gray marble floor designed with silver sketching, massive pillars that towered all the way up to the ceiling, antique rugs to splash color on the already luxurious floor. She had expected a prison or a dungeon based on how bad Lilibeth's appearance was the other day but she never imagined waking up in a room like this instead. What kind of game is Midnight playing?

"Good morning, princess. You're awake."

She turned to find the owner of the voice. Midnight lounged on a wingback chair by the side of the bed, his back pressed comfortably with his long elegant legs crossed on each other. He gazed at her with his dark penetrating eyes that could make anyone including her cower at the weight of them.

Ramona scrambled to the edge of the bed, the farthest away from him. She can very much remember his promise of killing her slowly and relishing every second of it. Her eyes darted to the dark walls of the room and its furniture searching for anything she could use as a weapon.

"You're scared." Midnight murmured in observation half hidden in the darkness.

Who could blame her? After his promise of mutilation and slow death, only a fool would not be scared.

He shifted, hand reaching out to touch her but she cowered at his movement terrified at what he'll do to her. "I don't remember you being this terrified of me when we first met."

"That was before I knew who you were and what you wanted to do to me."

He put his hand away. "And what difference does it make? You knew I was a demon even back then."

"That was before I knew you had a grudge against Val. You wanted revenge on him for killing your lover."

Midnight's jaws tightened. "I did."

Ramona waited for more and looked away when she realized he wasn't going to say anymore. That kind of thing is private and he wasn't willing to share his past with her. He must've been devastated after her death, to have someone taken from you in a blink of an eye, she didn't even think demons are capable of falling in love much less mourn a lost lover.

As if Midnight sensed her train of thought. "I have reasons for doing what I do, princess. You'll find out revenge comes in many different forms."

"You tricked me! You baited me in bargaining with you." She whispered.

"That I did." Answered Midnight coolly. "You didn't think a demon would have morals did you?"

No. She was blinded by her anger back then she hadn't thought about anything but her revenge. "So, you plan to kill me."

"You seem to think so low of me, if I wanted to do that, I would have done so already."

"So, are you waiting? You knew I was his wife from the very beginning."

He shrugged.

"Did you mean to do the things you told him?" She found herself shaking thinking of the torture and pain in store for her.

He smiled at that. His predatory instinct stirring awake at every shake, every hastened beat of her heart, and every cold sweat breaking out of her pores.

"Maybe."

She swallowed her breath.

"So why wait, why not do it now? Do you enjoy playing with your prey?"