Chapter 26

Fallon’s POV

I hate Darius Salvatore… I hate Darius Salvatore… I hate Darius Salvatore. The more I dusted, the more the words rang in my head. To think I was beginning to believe he might not be too bad, but no, an evil man is an evil man.

When Ursula appeared at my door with a wicked grin plastered on her face, I never would have imagined slaving for hours to come.

I cursed for the umpteenth time as I felt my backbones crack. Maybe I should have stayed with the Black Shadow; at least, I wouldn’t have been working for free. But the Shadows would have killed me themselves after a failed hit.

When Darius said I had too much free time on my hands, he meant it. His twisted mind somehow came up with the idea of me cleaning his quarters, which had three fucking bed chambers.

Who in their right mind does that? Not even the lowest worker in this castle can do that alone. Darius Salvatore is a psychopathic vampire who should be locked up and the keys thro