ANNE

Zero shrugs his hand off his shoulder and turns around, climbing the stairs and reaching the red cushioned and golden-armed chair.

Liam comes to stand beside me, his eyes fixed on the big chair. I glance at him, understanding the look in his eyes.

It doesn’t take much to realize that he wanted that spot. He is not that evil, just a vampire throwing a fit over what he thought was rightfully his.

Zero grumpily stands beside the chair as Vampire King gestures at someone to bring something. I