ODETTE’S POV:
I couldn’t believe the ruthless bastard of an alpha gave a personal maid, and one that was my friend.
I sat next to Emalea and across from Ariel. We were riding in a second limo to the airport.
Ariel was still glaring at , unsure if she liked or if I was just a manipulative vampire, like all the rest.
And she wasn’t wrong, vampires are manipulative, they’re master’s at spinning lies.
My mother could literally compel people to think a certain way. If that’s not proof of our manipulative tactics nothing would be.
I decided to keep quiet in front of Ariel about what’s happened between the King and I (***Any musical theater fans that read this, yes this was intentional***) I wasn’t sure if she is trustworthy, so it’s better safe than sorry. Silence can keep a person safe. That’s sothing I learned growing up.
I sat in silence with the girls staring out the window, trying to wrap my head around everything that’s happening.
How long it’s been and my family still hasn’t found is leaving hopeless and leading towards accepting this, this prison, this life, as my fate.
I wanted to keep fighting against finding comfort here. But I was getting exhausted, honestly. Hope was tireso and nothing but trouble.
And then there was him. Ambrose.
Being near him was like riding a rollercoaster you can never get off. Up and down, flips and turns. He was all over the place and completely unpredictable. Which was as exciting as it was frightening.
I found myself thinking of Kalvin less and less. Being away from him has shown how much more freedom I have as a prisoner in Ambrose’s castle than I had with him as my boyfriend.
Keeping on a tight training schedule, watching my diet and water intake. He even checked my howork, and even my parents never did that. He’d order food for , I almost never got to order for myself. I wasn’t allowed to drink or go out with Delilah alone without him. Sotis he even told what I could and couldn’t wear.
Yeah, Ambrose has controlled my dressing, but he’s never once managed my ti. Outside of serving him, I’ve been given freedom to roam around the castle. Freedom to do what I want, when I want. He didn’t tell what I could and couldn’t eat, instead he ordered every option and let choose. Ambrose checked over my work, but not with the intent of dissecting it like a frog in biology. But to know what I picked, to know my answers, to just know.
It’s kinda wild when you take a look at things from the outside. The flaws you can see that you couldn’t before stepping away from it all.
I missed training, sure. At tis I feel like I’m walking on eggshells because my own temper is getting the better of , it’s not even defiance at this point, it’s the power in simring.
Wait... Hold on... Am I seriously comparing my old life to this prison?
What am I going to do with myself?
Please Goddess, help .
When we got to the airport I couldn’t believe it. I expected a private jet, but an entire comrcial airline. There was no way I could have ever seen that coming.
It was just and Ambrose in the first-class seating. Damon was riding with the pilot and everyone else road coach.
I was anxious sitting this close to him again, after his confession and the passionate kiss we shared.
My heart was beating rapidly, every second he sat next to made my heartbeat faster.
He was too close, I couldn’t breathe, when I did, the overwhelming scent forest flooded my senses.
That fucking kiss just kept replaying in mind.
And then his leg brushes against mine, and my whole body vibrated. I felt like, like, like a such a virgin.
I’ve never hated being warm blooded more in my life, because I feel my stupid face getting hot.
Just as I thought things couldn’t get worse. He chuckled at .
Ugh. I don’t know what’s more humiliating the blushing embarrassnt I’m having now or when he stripped .
The steward cos over and to us and asks what we’d like to drink.
Ambrose asked for a whiskey on the rocks. Then she looked to with a soft smile.
Was she waiting for ?
"Oh, I’m sorry, um, I’ve never really drank before. I don’t know what to order." I was honest. I haven’t.
Kalvin never let .
"Are you serious? You’ve never had alcohol? Oh, that’s about to change, we’ve got a long flight ahead of us." He looked at with devious intentions, I gulped on instinct.
"Is it okay if I order for you?" He asked genuinely, like it mattered.
Who is this man?
I nodded. I had no words for him, for this.
"She’ll take a tequila sunrise but go light on the tequila" He looked to and said "We don’t know your tolerance yet, and if you black out or pass out, that will be no fun."
The woman left.
He looked at and I felt like I was little red riding hood, and he was the big bad wolf. I shivered. His gaze was piercing and stirred the sothing inside .
I’m soooooo screwed.
"I’m going to have so much fun. How do you feel about gas, my little princess?" His voice was smooth and the way he called his little princess, it felt backed by so much lust. It shook to the core.
The woman ca back with our drinks, he took a sip of his and looked at . I just stared at the drink.
If I drank this, there was no going back. It’s my first real act of rebellion against everything I’ve known.
I felt this new sense of control. It was empowering.
Fuck it, let’s find out.
The drink looked harmless, but when I took a drink, it was anything but.
It was delightfully sinful.
Sweet but strong tart. I felt the warmth hit my body instantly, my body buzzed.
It felt like I had been wrapped in a warm blanket fresh out the dryer.
"How does it taste?"
"Like liquid warmth in my mouth." I was quiet, I felt like if I spoke to loud soone would hear, and I’d get in trouble.
"Why are you whispering." He reached for my chin and gently lifted it.
Forcing to look into his eyes.
My breath hitched.
"You don’t have to hide anything with . With you can embrace the darkness." It was like he could see right through . He knew I wasn’t hesitant.
He knew I was scared of my darkness.
So, I did it. I took another drink.
The warmth inside increased. I liked it. I took another sip.
It was sweeter and sweeter with each sip.
He smiled at . A look of corruption and mischief. Like he knew what he was doing, and didn’t care.
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"Cheers" He said raising his glass to . I followed and we clanked drinks and took a sip.
I bust out laughing. I don’t know what ca over . But I couldn’t stop, thinking about what was happening right now, the position I’m in versus what I was in when I first ca here, and it just broke , it seems the alcohol made laugh.
"What’s so funny?" He raised an eyebrow curiously, leaning back in the chair.
"Us. This. Cheersing in with alcohol while I fly first-class with you. It’s crazy. I never thought you could be so relaxed and laid back. You’re always so angry and you brood." I don’t know what’s coming over . Did I really just tell him that.
"I don’t brood." He defended himself acting insulted.
I laughed louder this ti.
"You’re kidding right. Oh my goddess, Ambrose, if brooding was an Olympic sport, you’d win the gold dal setting a world record."
I snorted really loud.
And that shut up so quick. I haven’t snorted in years.
Oh man, and of course I do it right in front of him.
I expected him to laugh at and make fun of , but he didn’t. Instead, he smiled and said sothing completely unexpected.
"You called by my na, you said it without any sarcasm or spite. You just used it, without a title. Like for a mont, I was just a regular person." His words were soft and sohow serious.
I saw a flicker of sothing real cross his face, I couldn’t na it, but it was there a crack in his mask. The one he wears to hide his humanity.
"Well, isn’t Ambrose your na? Shouldn’t I call you by it?" I dragged out his na, I wanted to put emphasis on it. It made him happy, or at least I think that’s what he looked like, and right now I wanted to keep seeing that smile.
"Ever play Truth or Dare?"
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