Lila's POV

"I'm sorry... Who?" I blurted.

He raised his brow at me, staring at me. Was I supposed to know who he is? I don't remember meeting anyone called Alarix, with a name like his, I wouldn't forget.

"Protecting him won't help anyone, child." He grunted.

A low, baleful growl reverberated from my dad. "I said you could speak to my daughter... Not badger her." He snarled.

"Excuse me? I can't protect someone I don't know. Don't treat me like a fucking child." I growled.

I don't care if he's the vampire king. I don't deserve to be spoken to like a child. I legit have no idea who...