"What do you know of the first Vampyrs?"
If Constantine was going to stick around me like a leech, might as well drain him of every answer I need.
It's been a month since Penelope became my husband's concubine. It's also been a month since Ruin came to my bedroom.
My sister's 'betrayal' has become the talk of Navere. Sometimes, I get laughed at openly. Other times, I'm referred to as a poor little thing. But it was now, apparently, common knowledge that I was a broken mare that couldn't be ridden right.
And my sister was the prized one, considering Ruin spends his nights with her every other day, even in the presence of his other whores.
I didn't think Penelope was the type of woman to subject herself to any such level of degradation for a man, but I suppose if she could sleep with Ruin, her bar was already in hell.
Constantine's chin rests on his fist as he peers into the book I'm reading. I've begun to notice a lot more things about him.
