Mag-log inI stare at the woman standing before me.The name repeats itself in my mind.Amelia Blackwood.The woman from my mother's diary.My mother's best friend.The woman whose name seems to carry some kind of weight whenever it is mentioned.The woman who betrayed her.And now she is standing in front of me.I study her carefully.Her brown hair falls loosely around her shoulders, and her brown eyes remain fixed on mine.There is something familiar about her.Something I can't quite place.She almost looks like someone I know.But who?I narrow my eyes.The more I look at her, the stranger it feels.Her eyes.Her features.Even the way she stands.There is something about her that feels oddly familiar, yet completely unfamiliar at the same time.Then she speaks.'You look so much like your father.'I blink.'My father?'A small laugh escapes me.I don't understand what she means.I look nothing like Leon.At least, I don't think I do.I've been told half of my life that I don't resemble any
A few weeks pass since Cassian visited Eveline.He hasn't told us what happened.Whenever Damien or I try to ask, Cassian simply changes the subject. Sometimes, he leaves the room altogether.I knew something went wrong with Eveline and I don't know what.Cassian isn't himself anymore.The playful smile is still there sometimes, but it doesn't reach his eyes.I want to know what happened so badly, but I also know I don't want to force it out of him when he isn't ready.So I leave him alone.While Cassian struggles with whatever is happening between him and Eveline, things between Damien and me are different.Closer.Much closer.There is no longer a wall between us.I don't hesitate before touching him, and neither does he.Sometimes, when I walk past him, his hand finds my waist.Sometimes, I sit beside him while he works, and he casually reaches for my hand without even looking up.It feels natural now.Like this is how things have always been.This afternoon, I sit comfortably on t
Elara's POVBy the time Cassian returned to the manor, breakfast had already begun.It makes me wonder whether he stayed over at Eveline's place since he didn't come home yesterday.Damien sat beside me at the long dining table, calmly eating his breakfast while I picked at mine.I am still trying to convince myself that I could look at him normally after everything that had happened between us the night before.It isn't working.Every time I glance at him, memories came rushing back.The way he had looked at me.The way he had held me.The words he had finally admitted.‘I love you, Elara’.A small smile tugged at my lips before I quickly lowered my gaze to my plate.Damien notices.Of course he does.His lips curved slightly, but he said nothing.Then the dining room doors opened.Cassian walks in.And immediately, I knew something was wrong.He didn't have his usual grin.He didn't make some ridiculous comment about Damien's serious expression.Or that we were acting weird again.H
Cassian's POVIt had been too long since I'd been to the Voss mansion.Long enough that I almost forgot how much I liked the place.Or maybe it was the people.Or maybe it was someone.I pulled my coat tighter around myself as I walked toward the enormous estate, my mind running through everything I wanted to say to Eveline.I had rehearsed this conversation more times than I cared to admit.I would tell her how I felt.How I felt in a long time.I would tell her that avoiding each other wasn't going to solve anything.I would tell her that whatever happened between us in the mansion didn't change the way I felt about her or that I was using her in anyway.Simple.At least, that was how it sounded in my head.In reality, my stomach had been twisting since I left the Ashcroft mansion.I stopped in front of the doors and took a deep breath.For someone who had faced enemies, threats, and vampires who wanted him dead, I found it ridiculous that one woman could make me this nervous.I kno
Elara's POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was warmth.Not the warmth of the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains.Something warmer.Stronger.Something wrapped tightly around me.Or should I say someone.I blinked my eyes open slowly.A strong arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me against a familiar chest.Damien.For a moment, I simply lay there.Then memories from last night came rushing back.My confession.His confession.Our kisses.The kisses he trails down my neck.The way everything between us had finally changed.A smile slowly spread across my lips.We were finally here.We were finally on the same page.After everything.After all the confusion, the secrets and the fear of saying what we truly felt...Damien and I had finally chosen each other.We were bonded together.Body and soul.I felt his lips brush against my neck.I melt into him.Another soft kiss followed.Then another.A quiet giggle escaped me.'You're awake.'His voice was low and sleep
Damien's pov.What in heavens name is wrong with me?.I sigh annoyed with myself yet again.Why didn't I tell her I love her too?. More than she'll ever know.Why didn't I kiss her worries and doubts away and tell her she's the best thing that's ever happened to me.Instead I looked away not answering her.I made her think I didn't feel the same way or that she was forcing this on me.I have no one to blame but myself.How am I supposed to tell her everything I know?.How am I supposed to look her in the eye and tell her I've been in love with her ever since I saw her at a ball seven years ago.How am I supposed to tell her I haven't stopped thinking about her since I laid eyes on her.If only she remembered.Why didn't she remember?.That was one of the few things I had hoped for when I'd married her.When we stood on the altar together.That she would remember me.But she didn't.I wish I could say the only was just a contract marriage to benefit both families.Just a sickening con







