The Scent Of Blood

Third POV

Gwen Astray was the perfect woman—kind, compassionate, and hardworking. A typical human living decently in the eyes of society. She’d been through one tragedy or another in her short life, the greatest, being the death of her beloved husband, ruled out as death by electrocution, even though nothing about Christian Astray’s death suggested that. The evidence should have been enough to pinpoint a suspect at least. But vampires were newly accepted into society, you see—one couldn’t have news like this leaking out to the public.

Damien remembered this case quite well. Six years ago, he had seen pictures of the murder scene. A typical case of a human being drained to death by one of his kind. Precious. Who would have thought, years later, he would be with the victim’s beautiful wife—and slightly deranged daughter?

He could play the part of a loving partner so well that nobody suspected a thing. Well, except for the little brat Gwen was raising. Rude, vulgar, and above all, too d