Chapter Fifty Seven: A Threat

As Velma found herself once again in the clutches of the vampire prince, a sense of frustration washed over her. This was the third time she had escaped from him, only to be captured before she could fully relish the taste of her freedom.

The prince arched an eyebrow, awaiting her response. "Tell me why?" he pressed, his voice laced with curiosity.

Velma scanned her surroundings, perplexed as to how the young man she had been conversing with had vanished without a trace. "How did you find me?" she growled through gritted teeth. "Could you smell me?"

His lips curled into a smug smile. "No, my dear. These are my grounds, so naturally, I knew you would be lurking about here." His gaze swept over the area. "I have selected my slaves."

"I thought they were merely maids?" Velma interjected, her confusion evident.