I’m wrong. What are your skills?”
Luka flinched. He couldn’t use elf magic that well. The only thing he could do was heal his own broken bones. He barely did that right. Sometimes he dreamed of things that happened elsewhere like he was seeing through another person’s eyes. The only skill he had was the ability to see the future and that was out of the question. He couldn’t even read. Before the nightmare of being the elf prince began, Luka painted and drew animals. Sometimes he still sketched. He looked down before answering, not wanting to see the smug look on Zed’s face. “I don’t have any skills.”
“Now, you understand. The world holds no place for you. If you can’t contribute, then you’re useless. Follow me. I can’t guarantee you’ll become a leader or even productive, but you’ll be less of a burden to those around you. A prince shouldn’t be one in name only. You need to learn to be more.”
Luka shook his head. Too bad he was a prince in name only. He didn’t even have royal blood. Why the king forced him to be his son, he’d never understand. He looked at the angry face of his mate and decided to follow. He hated to admit it, but he needed help. If he rested for a couple of weeks, his leg would heal. His ribs were sore, possibly fractured, but not that bad. He would accept his fate for now. “Fine, lead the way.”
“I don’t need you to agree. Just follow in silence.”
Luka wanted to scream. No, he needed to control his anger, but the rage started to build. No, he told himself. Keep it inside. Silence was the best way for this to end. During the long walk, he no longer asked Zed to slow down, but the vampire no longer zoomed ahead of him. It was a tiny step, but it gave Luka a little bit of hope.
He followed Zed through the main entrance of a building located in the center of the vampire territory. The building was an old skyscraper that resembled a hotel or apartment complex. From what King Kane said, the main house was too secure for the elf king to break in and enter. He’d tried and always failed. The only people allowed to live with the prince were his trusted family members. He hoped that the members treated him like their leader’s mate and not the despised elf prince.
Two vampires approached the moment they entered the building. Luka studied them. Tonight was the first time he’d seen vampires in person. With the added hostility between his race and the vampires, no elf went to any of the meetings that vampires attended. Those meetings rarely happened and the video conferences took over most of their communications. Zed was the first vampire he’d talked to or touched. He smiled. It was appropriate that it was his mate.
Another vampire approached. The other two lowered their heads as this one walked closer. He greeted Zed.
“Bishop, this is my mate, Luka,” Zed said, loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear. He looked over to Luka. “I want everyone to know he’s here. No one is to touch him.”
“Of course,” Bishop said. He cocked his head to the side.
“He can’t protect himself, so we need to discuss protection for him,” Zed added.
Luka silently counted to ten, trying to keep the anger building inside from exploding, but it was getting harder. He wasn’t some defenseless waif that needed to be protected. He could take care of himself. What he hated the most was Zed discussing his future like he wasn’t a part of it. Luka glared at Bishop as the man looked him up and down. After a few seconds under the intense stare, Luka moved closer to Zed. He grabbed his mate’s shirt with a shaking hand.
“Bishop, enough.” Zed’s body tensed.
“Sorry, Prince Zed. I didn’t mean to scare him. He’s going to need around-the-clock protection.”
“Yes, also increase security for the building. My mate isn’t just an elf but the elf prince.”
“You can’t be serious. The elf prince?” Bishop’s stern face grew more serious. His eyes darted