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 stare at him and he stares back at me even from up there.

“ He doesn’t even want to be there. ” Liam huffs childishly.

Zero snaps his head in his direction, shooting him a warning glare. I chuckle as Liam sniffs dramatically.

“ He doesn’t even want you to talk to me. ” I copy Liam’s tone, huffing.

“ I know right? ” Liam sighs. “ He hates me. ”

My heart skips a beat as Gualterio grips Zero’s forearm and makes him face him. The father and son face-to-face look like a carbon copy of each other.

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