The Hybrid s War Book 2

Previously…..

“You shouldn't speak in such a manner to vampires, you little human.” His ghostly white eyes were the most haunting sight she had ever seen.

“You wouldn't have to mind my manners if you hadn't approached me in the first place, vampire.”

He moved too fast for her to track and panicked when she felt him behind her. He yanked her hair back, and she forced herself to endure the pain, so she wouldn't scream.

“You know, creatures like us love a challenge; therefore, Jack and I would love to cool down that fire of yours.”

“I'd just end up burning you instead.”

He jerked her hair again and she winced.

“Such a sharp tongue,” he leaned in and took a whiff of her body fragrance. She couldn't escape, getting out of a vampire's grip was the most useless action in the world for a human.

Before she could deem herself defenseless, both men dropped to their knees. Their hands flew up to their heads, and they yelled out in agony.

Simone searched for her savior and saw Darius blazed with vengeance. She had never seen his eyes so dark and concentrated on one thing, pain. He smirked as he praised his work of having both men crying out for their lives.

“My prince, please.” They both begged.

“Was that any way to treat a potential queen to the throne?” Darius' heated voice rang with fiery.

“No, no my prince. We had no idea.”

Their petty pleading made no difference. Darius possessed no sympathy. He was blinded to any justification for their cruel intentions towards Simone. Watching Darius torture the defenseless vampires frightened her; not for her safety. She truly believed with all her heart Darius would never purposely hurt her ever again. She could sense his sick enjoyment of their misery, and that was a side of him she had never witnessed before.

“Darius stop,” she warned him as Aurora and Luca approached them. “Dar, please.”

Darius' facial features relaxed, and the haunting male cries stopped. Two security cops came forward from the crowd that had gathered around due to curiosity. Most were struck with fear and disbursed as quickly as the shock wore off.

The car ride back to the castle was cold and quiet. For once, Simone’s tongue was caught. There was nothing she could say with the kids present. She felt him wondrously glancing at her occasionally but she didn't dare look back. How would she react? She couldn't connect all the emotions running inside her head.

Athena was at the entrance to greet them. Simone couldn't have been more pleased to see her.

“Can you get them ready for bed? The kids are exhausted.”

 Athena bowed and pushed the two little bodies towards the stairs. “Of course, my lady.”

Simone watched their tired little bodies drag their feet upon the stairs. Even after they were gone, she had nothing to say to him. Simone causally took her leave, but even her maneuvered light steps were laced with controlled anger. She was upset with him, therefore; he closely followed her into the study room. Darius slid the French wooden door shut and awaited her wrath, but she remained silent. Never in his life had he yearned to hear her voice than at that moment.

“You're mad at me.” He stated, hoping to dissolve the tension. “Simone I'm sorry if I scared you. I didn't mean to-”

“That's not it,” she finally turned to look at him.

“Then what is it? Something is definitely upsetting you.” He took a step closer because all he wanted to do was hold her and tell her he would never hurt her.

 “You…you enjoyed that, didn't you? You enjoyed torturing those men.” She crossed her arms over her chest for leverage.

Darius exhaled his willpower. He could never win with her.

“What was I supposed to do? Let them get to you. I stopped them the only way I saw fit. They are extremely lucky. The pain I caused them was a fraction of what I could have done.”

“Wow!” Even his tone was insincere. There was no indication of remorse. “Do you hear yourself?”

He finally saw it in her eyes: disgust. She was the only one to cause him to hate himself and almost his very existence. Nothing ever felt good enough.

“Simone they were going to kill you,” his heightened rage grew louder.