Claimed by the Prince of Darkness novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81: A Step Forward, and Back Again

Author’s Note: Wishing everyone a blessed 2026 year!

When they reached the bakery, the shutter had already been drawn down for the day, though the faint scent of bread still lingered in the air. Ruelle’s stomach betrayed her again with the softest protest, a quiet growl that felt far louder than it was and she turned to look in the opposite direction from where Lucian stood. Heat crept up her cheeks.

It seemed like she was getting accustomed to the world of vampires, especially after she had seen such gory sight and her stomach still chose to growl now, Ruelle thought to herself.

"The owner must have closed for the night," she murmured, keeping her voice small. "It is rather late—" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Before she could finish, Lucian stepped forward and rapped his knuckles against the shutter. A brief silence followed before the shutter lifted just enough for a face to appear. The person looked annoyed for a second before it vanished upon seeing who it was.

"Good evening, Master Slater," the baker greeted, hurriedly pushing the shutter higher. His tone held respect. "What may I get for you this evening?"

"Cream buns with jam," Lucian replied, his voice neither rising nor falling. "If you have them."

"One moment, sire." The baker bowed and disappeared, lamplight spilling onto the empty street. When he returned, his face wore a look of apology. "I apologise, Master Slater. They have been sold out and there’s no batter for the bread to make. But may I offer something else you wish?"

She felt Lucian’s gaze fall on her first. Only then did the baker’s eyes notice her presence.

"What will you eat?" Lucian asked.

"Anything is fine."

"Blood tea," Lucian stated instead, his eyes still on her, his voice unchanging. At the same time, she caught sight of his eyes shift colour between red and black, which caught her off guard. "And one of each item you have left."

Wait–One of each? Her lips parted slightly but the baker left to get back inside to bring them. Noticing Lucian’s eyes turning black, Ruelle pointed her finger to her eyes and said,

"They are...turning black, Lucian."

"My eyes?" Lucian answered calmly. "I am running out of fuel. It will correct itself soon."

He was hungry? She hadn’t seen him at the dining room, she thought to herself. She asked instead, "I didn’t know when vampires turn hungry their eyes go black..."

"They don’t," Lucian replied. "If you ever see one with black eyes... run."

She tried to recollect what she had learned in class. And it was then that she remembered that vampires didn’t have black eyes unless they were corrupted vampires, and her eyes widened.

And while her stomach had growled even after lunch, Lucian had resisted sinking his teeth. There had been times when she wondered if he didn’t bite her for blood because of his strong hate for humans.

Soon the baker returned with a bag of items and steaming tea. Lucian paid for it and they moved to a nearby bench. He sat down with the same calm demeanour he had worn in the alley.

The parcel sat between them. Then Lucian nudged it closer to her. For a heartbeat, she simply stared at it and then looked up to catch him sipping his tea.

No one ever bought food for her like this. Not in abundance. She picked the softest, warmest roll and instinctively extended it towards him.

But he didn’t take it.

"I don’t enjoy sweets," Lucian remarked nonchalantly. "Those are for you."

"It is lonely to eat alone and this one isn’t doesn’t look that sweet," Ruelle answered, where her hand hadn’t returned to her side.

Lucian simply stared at her before sighing. He murmured, "How troublesome."

His fingers brushed hers when he finally took the bun, and though the touch lasted only a heartbeat, Ruelle felt her breath pause for a second. Pulling her hand back, she picked up another item and took a bite. Her shoulders eased as if for a brief moment, the food made everything better.

She glanced at him, curiosity nudging through her mind and she asked, "How did you know the cream buns with jam were good?"

"Because I have heard it more times than I should have," came his dry response, eyes trained briefly on her face before returning to the street ahead. She wondered if it was Dane, he did seem like someone who might enjoy sweet treats, thought Ruelle.

She kept eating even after she was full, unwilling to waste what he had bought her. In the meantime, she failed to notice when Lucian’s gaze lingered on her.

As he placed the empty teacup on the side, he asked, "Still hungry?"

She shook her head and replied, "Not anymore. Thank you for all of them."

They rose from the bench and began to walk. The street was quieter, lamplight swaying above them and wind brushing the ends of her scarf. Ruelle’s gaze drifted ahead looking instinctively for a carriage stop.

But there were none. Frowning, her footsteps slowed.

"There is no local carriage here?" she asked gently.

"No." His tone remained calm, almost indifferent. "This town was built primarily for vampires of higher standing. Humans are not expected to frequent it often enough to warrant convenience. If anyone does, they are expected to bring their own ride."

They walked side by side on the side of the road, the faint glow of the street lamps reducing in numbers as they stepped out of the town. For a while, the only sound was the distant hush of wind and the faint rustle of leaves along with their footsteps.

Ruelle tucked her hands behind her. She then began,

"Lucian..."

"Yes?"

"Earlier at Mr. Carcas’s shop...Why did you say that to Mr. Henley?"

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