Rama felt her heart pace elevate, as it pounded hard against her ribcage like it was about to erupt from her chest any moment.
She had been on the verge of freedom, only to be highly disappointed even though weirdly, she had been anticipating it. Her subconsciousness had pricked her that evading torture and escaping from the vampire king wouldn't be such an easy feat.
"Stay away from them!" Roshan growled with a deep voice that could send chills down a person's spine but not as much chill staring into Draco's crimson blood eyes could emit into her spine.
Malika subconsciously moved her feet backward in trepidation as she shivered with adrenaline coursing through her veins.
"The feisty princess is mine, and the maid is leverage, so I can't let you leave with either or alive." Draco's dreary tone floated with the wind in a menacing manner while retaining his dark gaze on Rama's.
