When the prince continued staring at the wall. My hands clenched from simmering anger. I wanted to rip that pride, that pride holding the prince's chin high, refusing to give in.
Give in to me.
However, I heard approaching footsteps, and then that same anger faded away, where dread grew in its place.
I looked down, and the knife thrust in the dead vampire's chest lay on the ground.
Abandoned.
I ran to it quickly, urgency in my actions. Clenching the knife in my hands, I turned back to the prince. I stepped closer to his cold, soaked body, warm blood touching me.
The prince let out a pained hiss, but I couldn't focus on that. I needed to get him freed.
I cut the ropes wrapped around his wrists, and I did the same with the other ones. Then the prince fell down. I caught his body in my arms, almost making me fall with him.
The prince wasn't lightweight, so I had to use almost all my strength to wrap his hands around my shoulder.
