120. SHE IS MY MATE
VAMPIRE KING
So I got up, barely able to breathe, and screaming like a madman, I lunged at her with my claws and fangs bared.
She lunged at me too. We fought like we did in the past, only this time it was to the death—no more games.
My attacks aimed for her throat, her eyes, her chest, her weak spots. But she just dodged and dodged, toying with me like a pet, leading me exactly where she wanted me.
Suddenly, her hand grabbed my head, her claws digging in so deep that I thought she’d crush my br