I was looking at Princeton, my betrothed—the Duke of Vampires. The man who I was supposed to marry, but I ran away. My heart was pounding in my chest. What was he doing here? He wore a black coat off his meticulous black costume.
" Duke Princeton," I said, regaining back my composure. He was just as I remembered. He was slim with sharp features and dark hair. He glinted mischieve in his eyes. It was still the same. He eyed me, and a slight smile played on his lips.
" Who knew you'd be here," he sighed. His gaze made me uneasy.
" How did you find me?" I asked slowly.
" Doesn't matter. I spent decades searching for you," he said.
" You shouldn't have. I ran away," I informed him. Wasn't I clear in the letter of apology I sent him before leaving?
" That's understandable, wedding j
