LOGINReaders and lovers of Bloodbound: A consort to the Vampire, Do you think this is the end of their story?What’s next….. I think it’s time for us to say the acknowledgments 😭😍AcknowledgmentFirst and foremost, I want to thank God, whose grace has carried me through every stage of this journey. There were moments when I questioned my ideas, doubted my abilities, and wondered if I would ever see this story come to life, but somehow, I kept writing.To everyone who has supported me, whether by reading my words, encouraging me, sharing my work, leaving a comment, or simply believing in me from afar—thank you. You may never fully understand how much those little acts of support mean to a writer.To my readers, especially those who have followed Caius’ and Kieran’s story from the beginning, thank you for giving Bloodbound: A Consort for the Vampire a place in your hearts. Every view, comment, vote, gift, and message reminds me why I love telling stories. I hope this book has made you la
FIVE MONTHS LATERFive months had passed since the fall of Caspian.The realm had changed in ways both large and small. The consulate had been reformed, its twelve seats now divided equally among vampires, humans, and secondaries. The laws that had once allowed the hunting of secondaries for their blood had been struck down. The laboratories where Caspian had conducted his experiments had been dismantled, their secrets burned, their victims honored.And in the capital, preparations were underway for a celebration unlike any the realm had ever seen.Kieran stood before the mirror in his chambers, staring at his reflection with something close to disbelief.The man looking back at him was not the same man who had been dragged through those dungeon halls in chains. He was not the same man who had begged Caspian to take him instead of Caius, who had offered his blood and his body and his soul in exchange for the chance to fight back. He was not the same man who had slumped in a cage of
Bonnie’s POVThe sun was setting when Bonnie finally left the hall. The square was still crowded, but the mood had shifted from tension to celebration. People were dancing and singing, sharing food and drink, embracing strangers as if they were old friends.Bonnie found a quiet corner near the fountain and sat down. She was exhausted, more exhausted than she had ever been in her life. But it was a good exhaustion. The kind that came after a long battle, when you knew you had won.“You look like you could use this.”She looked up. The Councillor Jucintha was standing there, holding two cups of something steaming. She handed one to Bonnie and sat down beside her.“Thank you,” Bonnie said. She took a sip. It was tea, hot and sweet and perfect.“You did well today,” Jucintha said. “You saved them.”“I didn’t do it alone,” Bonnie said. “I had help.”Jucintha smiled. “From what I hear, you had a lot of help.”Bonnie looked at her. “Why did he do it? The councilor, I mean. He didn’t have
Caius POV He flushed after he said it, the words leaving him exposed, a young, inexperienced man against the wall of the fortress they’d both fucked before.In here, they were alone. The candlelight turned kieran’s hair to gold, flamed in the dip of his lashes, the line of his throat. Caius imagined that he had his fangs against Kieran’s throat, making love to him in words on a balcony, perhaps, with perfumed flowers from some night garden drifting upwards, the glow of a party behind them. “I would like to court you,” said Caius, “with all the grace and courtesy that you deserve.” He undid the first lace on Kieran's shirt, and the fabric began to open, a glimpse of the hollow of his throat. Kieran's lips were parted, his breath hardly stirring.Caius said, “There’d be no lies between us.” He opened the second lace, felt the low throb of his own pulse, the warmth of Kieran's skin as his fingers moved to the third.“We’d have time,” Caius said, ‘to be together.’ And in the warm flam
Caius POV One of the guards came out with a lantern in his hand traversing the courtyard to tell Caius that his room was prepared, second door to the right.He followed the lantern. Inside, the fortress was dark and quiet. Everyone had retired, and only the last of the embers were burning in the spit fire. The stone stairs nestled along the wall were unbannistered, which was typical of the secondary architecture, but trusted a great deal in the sobriety of the patrons.He ascended the stairs. Without the lantern, there was quite a bit of unlit gloom, but he found the second door to the right and pushed it open.The room was cosy, simple, its stone walls thickly plastered, its fireplace with a warming fire. It had a bed, a wooden table with a pitcher, two small windows with deep sills, the glass panes black, the inside well-lit.Three candles burning: an extravagance, flaming low, giving the room a warm, welcoming glow.Kieran was haloed in candlelight, all cream and gold. He was
Bonnie’s POV The town crier’s bell rang through the streets of the capital at dawn.Bonnie heard it from the small chamber where she had been kept overnight, not as a prisoner, but not quite as a guest either. The council had given her a room with a bed and a window, but the door had been locked from the outside. A courtesy, she supposed. A cage with softer bars.She had not slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Caius in chains, Kieran slumped in that cage of woven light, Caspian’s smile like a blade. Every time she opened them, she wondered if the council had already changed its mind.But now the bell was ringing. Three long peals, then silence, then three more. The signal for a public assembly.Bonnie rose from the bed and crossed to the window. Below, the streets were already filled with people, vampires, humans, secondaries, all of them moving toward the great square before the council hall. The town crier stood on his platform at the center of the square, his voice ca
Caius’ POV The presence of his breathing rattles me, it's a constant reminder of the presence of his essence. I watched as he filled his lungs with air for survival. I watch as he breathes in my essence, filling himself like an appetizer after a long meal. The drop of blood slipping down his bot
Kieran’s POV.I stare deep into Caius' red blooded eyes as fear curls around my chest, curling around it so tightly I barely have the strength to breathe. The variations of colour in his eyes makes my entire being tremble from deep within me. And I know the reason behind this colour. He's hungry
Kieran’s POV.Three days later, sliding my finger lazily across the carpet in search of my drink, I frown as I bring it to my lips. There's not so much left, so I'm forced to lap the froth caked around the rim. Beau plays his piano in the background and once in a while, he scribbles down notes acr
Professor Evans is one of the youngest lecturers in the academy. And that makes it easier to be able to confide in him. He understands young adults and sees things from our own point of view. And that’s one of the reasons he is my best history lecturer to ever exist. He turns sharply from the pul







