The mocking laughter of the Vampire King echoed in the small cell where he had me trapped. His crimson eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he observed me from the doorway.
"Good morning, little Selenia." His silky voice made my skin crawl. "Did you sleep well in your new accommodations?"
I remained silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. After our first encounter in my chamber yesterday, he'd ordered me moved to this dank cell deep within the castle dungeons. The luxurious prison had been replaced by cold stone walls and a single narrow cot—a clear message that my comfort was entirely dependent on his whim.
"Not feeling talkative today?" He stepped further into the cell, his tall frame blocking what little light filtered in from the corridor. "That's a shame. I was hoping we could have a civilized conversation."
