Samuel's POV

Waking up in evening, first thing after having my meal I did was to go and check on that girl. I wanted to know who was she, maybe she could be of some use to me before I decided to kill her.

"Let's see what is her state after chained up tightly for six hours and not fed since arrived. It should be kept that way." I chuckled darkly, murmuring as passed through entrance of dungeon cell where she was chained up.

Either she was asleep or passed out. Her face was clear as before. I tilted my head to side to see that she had wiped blood on upper sleeve of shirt and her head was resting there itself. Her black one strip heels kicked out in front.

She was looking innocent, her features had soften from what I had seen her last, like she can't kill anyone if opportunity presents itself.

Switching on all the lights that illuminates the corridor and the cell where she was being held. It didn't affect her a bit by sudden lights. So unlocking the cell and moving inside, I splashed a cold glass of water on her face. With sudden force she jolted, if not the chains, she would have taken two steps behind. Her eyes snapped open but were closed immediately due to excess brightness. She turned her head to other side and slowly opened her eyes, head shaking a bit. When she saw me sitting there with my cheek resting on palm, enjoying the show. Death glare was returned on her face, it wasn't dark as before though. If it was for looks I would have been deep down inside the earth.

"What's your name?" I asked when her whole attention was on me.

No response.

"You know who I am?" I inquired.

No response.

"MURDERER!" She said through gritted teeth after few seconds, venom laced in her words. Maybe she didn't knew. That's good news. Her voice was sweet yet strong and authoritative. "What you were to Christopher Louis?"

Her eyes darken and turned to pitch black, fangs elongated on mere reminder of late Lord. Looks like she shared close relation with him. Anger filled growl escaped from back of her throat but she didn't let out any word.

"I know his mate, which you're not, so maybe a fuck buddy?" I offered. She spat in front of me, not answering to my question but it was enough for me to know it was no such thing and enough for her to gain a tight slap from me. I knew all along but still I was pushing her limits as I wanted to listen more of her voice. She was looking quite hot in anger and her wet clothes were cherry on top. When I let my eyes roam over her curvaceous form, I felt lust building inside me. She wasn't thin or sleek, not fatty either. Her eyes back to scarlet red, glaring when she caught me checking her out.

"Speak up, tell me about yourself." I said in bored tone.

"Why don't you just kill me?" She narrowed her eyes questionably.

"Give up so soon sweetheart?" She flinched at sweetheart.

"You wish!" She forced words out of her mouth.

"I have more than wishes you can think off, Sweetheart" I told huskily, clearly making it visible in my voice what I meant.

"Let me loose and you will find yourself dead already." She growled threateningly.

I stepped towards her, "Life isn't that fair, is it? And I am not fair at all." Brushing pad of my thumb over her cheek where there were few droplets of water.

Her skin had become cold, she leaned against my touch taking as much warmth as possible. I cupped side of her face where I had previously slapped her, it felt numb. It had prints of my fingers, I caressed over it, "aren't you being sweet little thing now?"

She yanked her face hard and my hands fell on its side. Maybe she remembered whose hands they were...but it felt good. It was small moment when she rested her cheek against me, I don't know why I was gentle for her but then I am not that cruel not at least like Ethan. Definition of cruelty and ruthlessness is nothing but him. That reminds me I haven't seen him since I came back.

Mr. King didn't acknowledged his big brother's arrival. Looks like he gets himself paid a visit.

Ethan is my little brother just decade younger than me. He was more interested in being king and I am not much of responsible person. I am my own king, thinking hundred times before doing isn't my thing. I do exactly what I want and don't give ratass about what others think. On the other hand Ethan, he's manipulative, diplomatic kind of person. He have his way with words. So I let him be king because he had that want clearly visible and I was badly lacking. Wouldn't want your own brother to become enemy. He still takes his decision after consulting with me and has respect for me, since I gave him what belonged to me. He did owe me on this.

What do you think about girl? Innocent or badass?

Samuel? What do you think about him?

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