As the horses trekked gallantly up the crooked but lonely path, the coach plunged forward rolling in its wheels. Alone in the backplace, Victoria was busy plotting a thousand and more ways to escape.
She hated that man.
Gabriel.
Oh, she hated him so much with every fibre of her being. In her heart, she'd vowed that if they ever crossed paths again, it should be at a time when she'd become stronger. Strong enough to be able to gut his insides from out his body.
Or no.
Only a stake to the heart could actually kill a Vampire. Victoria soon settled as she clawed the ropes from off her hands.
The grey clothing Miko had taped her mouth with, the Princess loosed it out and set her legs free as well.
It was a good thing Miko and his partner were seated upfront. In her head, Victoria rated them both as dummies who had no clue of what they were up against. She still felt weak but she knew they were certainly no match for her.
