TIARA THORNELLS
The moment I heard it straight from the king’s own lips that they were going to take me to the dungeon, I felt as if the air had been knocked out of me. My breathing grew shallow and shaky from the sheer weight of fear pressing down on my chest. My eyes darted around Prince Zatan’s bed chamber, searching desperately for any possible exit, any opening through which I could escape.
But before I could even think of making a move, a vampire knight suddenly appeared right in front of me.
My eyes widened in shock and then pain as he delivered a brutal punch straight to my stomach. The blow was so forceful that it knocked me off my feet and sent me crashing to the cold, unyielding floor.
My vision darkened instantly.
He had struck the same spot that the vampire had hit befor
