Mag-log inSoft voices bring me out of my slumber. The light on our nightstand is soft, casting shadows around me that I can’t quite make out in my hazy state. I feel like I was hit by a truck. Whatever bruises I had must have set in during my sleep. I tried to move toward the sound, but instead I was greeted with a wave of pain. Hunger hit me in my stomach, reminding me I had barely eaten lately.Outside it was pitch black. I had no idea what time it was but the voices were feminine which told me Nathaniel must not be here. Fear struck me for a split second before I remembered that he said Abigail was going to watch over me. It seemed silly when he told me, but now I was grateful to not be alone. She wasn’t in the room, but her voice made me feel safe. Considering my entire immediate family was wiped out in the past year, except for my cousins, she was the only sister I had left. I had grown to appreciate her spark and kindness. Even now as she whispered, her soft sigh hinted at her tirednes
Margot doesn’t stir. She’s dreaming somewhat peacefully against the pillow I moved in place of my body. Every so often, she mutters in her slumber. Her body is curled, our bed sheet pulled up to her chin. I can see the soft curves where her hips meet her upper thighs and my cock grows hard at the thought. But I suffer through the erection and sit on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep. Cassia had made it clear that she needed bedrest. I wanted her to be involved in what was happening. A respectful partnership between the humans and vampires could be facilitated if they saw Margot by my side. But I couldn’t traumatize her anymore. We hadn’t really spoken about her father. I felt obligated to tell her what I knew about Vivienne, but I wouldn’t push the discussion of her father’s body in a makeshift morgue on the back of the property. For an hour, all I did was watch her. I can still hear her cries in the shower, my heart breaking again for my wife. She hadn’t seen death like me.
The water runs pink for what feels like hours. But eventually, I see that it’s clear and I assume that the blood is off of me. When I slipped in the ballroom, I hadn’t expected to wear someone’s blood for so long. It wasn’t lost on me that I washed away the last remnants of life from someone. I didn’t know who. And I think that might have been the worst part. Nathaniel runs the washcloth over every crevice my body has. He is so gentle that it makes me realize how close I was to death. Whatever last piece of stone facade I was attempting to wear had dropped in the shower and I wept softly. I cry for those that died, my family that has been broken even more, but mostly I cry for the confusion. How did I get tangled up in this? I look up to my wonderful husband, the vampire King and see that he doesn’t hold the same confusion. I don’t know what Lucien said to him, but I suspected their conversation answered all of the unasked questions that lied between us in the small space. He scru
I drifted in and out of sleep. It grew quiet as the adrenaline left everyone’s bodies and pure exhaustion took over. We were safe but the shadow of doubt hung over us as we waited our chance to go upstairs and survey the damage. All I wanted was to crawl into my bed and cry. I couldn’t grieve. Not really. Not here. Deep down though, I knew I couldn’t handle seeing the chaos leftovers that lingered in the hallways above me. I waited patiently, not wanting to see any more dead bodies today. Grieving meant that I would eventually need to make plans for my father’s funeral. I expected my cousins would need guidance with my aunt’s will. I wondered how we would frame this. A car accident? I was glad it wasn’t my job to come up with that lie. Julian and a guard had taken turns dropping off food and blood for us. It was nothing special, homemade pizza and blood bags, but taking that first bite I realized how out of touch I truly was. It felt like a privilege to eat, like I was so lucky to b
The echoes of boots and broken glass echoed the halls as Sasha and I navigated the debris. The scent of lemon oil filled the air around me. Around ten staff members had volunteered to help clean up. I wouldn’t force them to clean up this wreck. Luckily we had enough guards willing to help that it would be done soon. Each room was swept for bodily fluids. Broken vases and windows were swept up. Sasha and I had spent the past hour boarding up windows. It was fast and efficient. Gratitude poured out of me for my people. The humans here showed perseverance that wasn’t easy without immortality looming over you like the Eternal Order. Sasha and I discussed plans as we walked, helping as we saw some struggle. A few times, I had to tell someone to take a break, a breather from the nauseating destruction. The sun was shining bright on Tencrest Manor. It was a new day. But the remnants of the damage Lucien did would last for years to come. I would have to earn trust from everyone back. Secure
The air in the basement is thick with fear and stale air. I descended the steps slowly, hyperaware of my every move. Down here, the bodies had already been removed and puddles of blood were the only evidence of a fight. At least only in the hallway. I peered into the bar area, the door hanging by a hinge. Seeing Lucien’s blood satisfied me little at this moment, but I did feel the wave of relief knowing it was over. At least for now. I still didn’t know what cadet houses we could trust. An investigation would happen next. More lives lost no doubt, but the necessary culling of the enemies wasn’t negotiable. I would kill every threat to the Accord and my family and then I would wash my hands of this mess.I walked into the front of Cassia’s office and all heads snapped to me. My every move was watched like a hawk as the room went dead silent. Their eyes begged questions, but mine only had one thing they were looking for. Margot. As I walked, the crowd shifted. People scooted around the







