Vlad ~ Now.
Blood ~ In a teleport moment.
I slide my cell back into my cut and slide off, walking into the building to change. I don’t want the staff to see my cut because I don’t want anyone to be fucking ask questions.
Nobody needs to know that I’m playing with the MC in their playground, especially now that I have my soul mate, my Old Lady.
Wynter is not in the room, so I shot her a text.
Blood ~ I’ll be back shortly.
Wynter ~ I love you, see you soon.
Fuck!
My heart skips a beat just thinking about her. This girl has me pussy whipped.
I need to hurry so I can get back to her because I want to spend my fucking time with her. I grab my clothes from the close, changing as fast as I can. I walk out of the room, down the hall, and out of the building, looking around the yard.
Thank fuck no one is out here.
I walk towards the back; I teleport to the offices in the City Of Sin. I walk past the receptionist lifting my chin in greeting.
“Good afternoon Prince Dionisie,” Carol says, with a red flush spreading through her face.
“Hey,” I say, walking down the hall to Vlad’s office.
I walk into his office, looking around the big room. He’s looking out the window deep in thought.
“What has your panties all twisted,” I say, taking a seat on the leather chair.
I rest my arm on the armrest, leaning back looking at Vlad.
“Fucking hell, you’re acting like an adolescent,” Vlad growls, turning around, running his fingers through his short haircut.
“What fuckingever,” I scoff, rubbing my goatee.
“Fuck, what’s the bloody urgency,” Kon huffs, walking into the office.
“Our Tsar sent a missive of extreme urgency,” Vlad says, rubbing his neck, furrowing his eyebrows.
I’ve never seen Vlad so unsure; this must be fucking significant.
“What did he have to say,” I ask, crossing my arms.
“Our Tsar advised that he had a visit from Van,” Vlad says, fisting his hand.
“Who the bloody hell is Van, and why is he so damn important,” Kon says, crossing his legs.
“Van is threatening our Tsar to form a Vampire kingdom here on Earth to govern,” Vlad says, scrubbing his face.
“Motherfucker,” I snarl, pushing off my chair.
“It’s utter rubbish! We will stop this rogue vampire,” Kon snarls, shaking his head.
“Why did he go to the palace and threatened the Tsar,” I ask, drawing my eyebrows together from the fucking confusion.
“We can’t bloody allow this to happen! Who the hell is this Vampire,” Kon snarls, running his hand through his hair?
