73 Devour*

Luna's eyes widened, goosebumps breaking out of her skin at the possibility of being possessed by one Archdemon. How much more if there were two of them.

"Do you mean that I had a part of the Archdemons inside me?"

"I don't know, High Priestess." The Vampire King seemed to pause as if thinking. There was a hint of genuine confusion in those blue, blue eyes. "I have no idea."

The Vampire King watched her for several long minutes, a cold standoff that turned her blood to ice.

Luna stared back, unwilling—unable—to give in.

She would never cave in.

In Luna's eyes, they were equal.

He may be the Vampire King, but she was the High Priestess, and there was nothing he could do to change that.

Never will she cower in his intense gaze.

His intimidation will not work on her because she had saved him and broke his curse.

The Vampire King should at least thank her.