I allowed him to do that since I knew fighting him isn't an option. Grog does whatever he wants, whenever he wants.
No one can tell him no.
Grog tugged me towards the scene.
More than twenty guards stood on the rails, gazing down with rapt attention.
“Excuse me, I want to see!” Grog pushed three guards out of the way and created a space for us to stay.
Together, we glanced down to see what the ruckus was about.
The vampire king stood in the second garden in their wings. Kneeling in front of him is a guard.
The sight of the king standing there, looking so powerful, caused shivers to rack through my body.
Shit!
I'm in for another wild night with the werewolf king, to ride out my affection for the vampire king.
“What's happening?” I turned to the guard next to me.
“The guard killed a fellow guard during a fight. And not only that, but he left his duty place to seek pleasure outside the palace ground.
