Chapter 33 Reflections of the Queen

Vampire Queen’s POV

Silence. Not the mortal kind you mortals crave after too much noise. Not the silence of empty rooms or forgotten prayers. I mean the kind that creeps in when the world bends at your will, and all that’s left is you.

For the first time in weeks, the girl wasn’t screaming inside me. No flinching, no pleading. Alicia had gone quiet—exhausted or sulking, I didn’t care. The body was mine now, fully and deliciously still.

So, I let my thoughts stretch.

It’s always like this when things slow down—when there’s no blood on my hands, no trembling man to toy with, no immediate need to burn something to the ground. My mind drifts. Backward. Always backward.

You’d think after thousands of years, I’d run out of things to remember.

I haven’t.

I remember everything.