Total pages in book: 207
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Mihail whitened.
Even if she had yet to speak, he already knew.
Goddamn knew her vision had been of his pet—-
"Does someone mean her harm?" he grated out. "Tell me—-"
"It's not what you think," Zari said sadly. "Danger surrounds her, it is true, but the gravest threat to her, milord...is you. All I saw was that you meant well...but you'll still end up hurting her."
Chapter Seven
Rhapsody woke up early the next day and saw the other half of the bed still empty. The marquis had left rather suddenly last night, telling her he had an urgent matter to take care of. Whatever it was, she hoped the matter safely resolved, and Rhapsody said as much as she penned a short letter for her Master before leaving for her rooms.
Classes would soon start, and she had yet to bathe and break fast. An underground passage allowed Rhapsody to leave the south tower without being seen, and in moments she emerged in the main hall of the students' dormitory.
Secret muscles ached as she hurried up the stairs; she wondered how long such pain would last and whether her body would always ache every time her Master took her. It was a rather nice ache though, so there really wasn't anything to complain about.
Rhapsody's thoughts continued to dance around her Master even as she showered, and she was quite embarrassed when she realized how her fingers had unconsciously drifted to the triangle between her legs, its movements mimicking the way the marquis could so skillfully stroke her into having an orgasm.
Heartkeeping was to be blamed, Rhapsody told herself. If not for being the marquis' heartkeeper, she would not be so wanton...yes?
On her way to class, she heard other girls talking rather excitedly about the marquis, all of them wondering what chances they had to nab the most eligible vampire in the kingdom. None, of course, Rhapsody thought. The marquis was only attracted to girls who were Not Normal, and unfortunately for the other girls, they were the very definition of normal.
Monday lessons began with Blood Chemistry in the apothecary, and Rhapsody's friend Peyton was already at their table when she entered the class.
"You look quite radiant," Peyton remarked suspiciously.
"Thank you."
Peyton laughed. "You are so adorable."
"Thank you," Rhapsody said again.
Their professor for Blood Chemistry was not overly fond of lectures and instead preferred her students to acquire knowledge by means of experiments and case studies. Over forty minutes had passed and Rhapsody and Peyton already halfway through with the day's series of tests when a diminutive redhead plopped down on the only other vacant chair in their table.
"You're late again," Peyton told the other girl darkly. "Also, you're wearing makeup. You'll get in trouble for that."
"I'm not wearing makeup," Emily snapped.
"Then what's that on your lip?" Peyton asked sarcastically. "Blood?"
Emily took out a mirror case from her pocket to check her reflection. "Shit."
"We're not allowed to swear either," Peyton pointed out.
"Mind your own business." Emily threw Peyton an evil look while rubbing furiously on the mark until all that was left was her reddened skin.
"With pleasure," Peyton retorted sweetly. "Will you inform the professor you would want to work on these experiments on your own or shall I?"
And so it went, with the two bickering back and forth for the rest of the morning, and it was times like this that Rhapsody wished the kingdom would allow for the use of ear plugs. She tried her best to concentrate on her studies, but when this proved too difficult, her mind began to drift elsewhere...until she found herself daydreaming about the time she spent in her Master's arms.
Oh!
She quickly closed her eyes, but it was no use. She could still see her Master in her mind, naked and virile, his smooth skin turning golden under the candlelight as he poised himself over her, the glistening head of his manhood already twitching at her swollen entrance—-
Rhapsody's legs involuntarily snapped shut when she felt moisture suddenly rushing out of her to line her folds.
What madness was this?
How could she think of such a thing when she was in the middle of her lessons?
Rhapsody worked hard to keep such thoughts out of her mind for the rest of the morning, but this proved impossible, and the struggle had her hungry and exhausted by the time lunch break rolled in. Fortunately, it was also a time when Peyton and Emily were finally freed from each other's company, and this allowed Rhapsody to enjoy some semblance of peace and quiet.
Although the dining hall was already quite full by the time Rhapsody and Peyton arrived, their favorite window-side table was still unoccupied, and no sooner had they taken their seats when the staff came to present the day's menu cards.
Rhapsody opted for oysters and politely declined any of the fine wines offered. Peyton went for lamb and red wine, and as soon as the footmen pushed their trolley to the next table of students, the other girl quickly burst into speech. "Tell me you're not really buying Emily's story."