FAZER LOGINDamon's retaliation was swift and brutal.Liam’s family security firm was suddenly hit with a wave of broken contracts. Major projects were canceled. Their cash flow almost completely dried up."It's the Nightshade Group," Liam's assistant said, furious. "That vampire is trying to ruin us!""This is all my fault," I said, looking at Liam with guilt."This is not your fault," Liam said, taking my hand. "He's just a coward who can't stand losing."But I knew that if this continued, Liam's entire life's work would be destroyed because of me.I sent Damon a message: Want to talk?The reply was almost instant: The old place.The old place was an abandoned church. It was where Damon had saved me ten years ago, and where we used to meet in secret.I pushed open the heavy doors, sending dust motes dancing in the air. Damon stood before the altar, his back to me. He didn't turn at the sound of my footsteps."You came," his voice echoed in the empty space."Leave Liam alone," I said, getting str
Damon didn't give up.In the days that followed, he started appearing like a ghost at the edges of my life. In the coffee shop. At the library. Outside my workshop. He never spoke, just watched me with a complicated, heavy gaze."Who the hell is this creepy vampire?" Liam finally asked, his patience gone. "Your ex?""I don't think he counts as one," I said with a sad smile. Our relationship was master and slave. Nothing more.On my birthday, Liam threw me a surprise party outside my dorm. My classmates were gathered around a cake, singing, and the atmosphere was warm and happy.Then I saw him. Damon, sitting in the shadows at the edge of the party, radiating a coldness that warned everyone to stay away. His eyes were fixed on me.The cheerful mood instantly died."Who invited you?" Liam asked, frowning."It's a public space," Damon said coldly."But it's Elena's birthday party, and you're not welcome.""I just wanted to give her a gift." Damon stood, holding out the velvet box. "Elena.
After the party, I heard Damon was busy taking over the family business. I didn’t see him again before I left for England. I treated his parting threat as nothing more than angry words.My new life at university consumed me.Free from Damon's control, free from the chains of being a blood slave, I soaked up knowledge like a sponge. My days were spent in the workshop restoring antiques, my nights at the pub with classmates, and my weekends cycling through the countryside to sketch.This, I realized, was what being twenty was supposed to feel like.Occasionally, news about Damon would find its way to me. I heard he and Serena broke up not long after the party and that the Nightshade elders were unhappy with him over it. I heard he'd dated a string of other women, all well-known vampire socialites, but none of the relationships lasted more than a couple of months."Is there something wrong with that guy?" Chloe complained over a video call. "His love life is a revolving door.""Maybe he j
Halfway through the party, one of Damon's family elders—an ancient vampire, two thousand years old—appeared before me.A flicker of interest crossed his clouded eyes. "I hear you're an antique restorer."The guests around us turned to look."Yes, my lord," I answered respectfully."Good." The old vampire's fangs showed as he smiled. "I have a sacred family heirloom in need of repair. You will do it.""I...""Elena is mine." Damon was suddenly there, standing beside me, radiating pure possessiveness. "Her time belongs to me. If the Elder requires a restorer, I can recommend someone else."My brow furrowed."I want her," the old vampire insisted.The air grew tense."Mr. Damon," I said suddenly, my voice carrying clearly across the hall. "As an independent restorer, who I work for is my decision."Damon's face darkened.That’s when Serena stepped in, smiling as she took his arm. "Elena's right, Damon. You should let her decide for herself. After all, she’ll be starting at Oxford soon..."
I got back just in time for Damon's succession ceremony—the night he would officially take over the entire Nightshade family fortune.And I’d gotten an invitation.Mom looked at me, her eyes full of worry. "Elena, if you don't want to see him, you don't have to go."I shook my head.The Nightshade family was too powerful. I couldn't afford to make them angry."It's fine," I said, adjusting my dress. "I'm leaving for England in a few days anyway. Might as well see him one last time."I wore a simple black gown, no jewelry. The reflection in the mirror was plain, understated—not at all like someone heading to a grand gala.The ballroom was on the top floor of the Nightshade tower, a spectacle of pure luxury. Vampire nobles mingled in lavish attire, and the air was thick with the scent of synthetic blood. I kept my head down, trying my best to disappear."Elena?"The familiar voice made my whole body go stiff.Damon strode toward me. For a split second, I saw joy in his eyes, but it was q
The sun in Santorini was blindingly brilliant.I lay on a lounge chair, letting the light soak into my skin. It was the first time in ten years I had basked in the sun without a care in the world."Another mojito," Chloe told the waiter before turning to me. "You've got your color back. You don't look like a ghost anymore.""That's what happens when you're not a walking blood bag," I said with a small smile.My blood had a natural, potent allure for vampires, which was likely the real reason Damon kept me around for a decade. He fed from me weekly, and after ten years of it, my health had suffered."Look at this," Chloe said, handing me her phone.It was an entertainment alert: [Royal Night in Paris! Damon & Serena on the Seine, Proposal Rumored!]The photo showed them on a river cruise, looking very close.I glanced at it and felt that familiar ache in my chest, but the good news was, it was duller than before. I handed the phone back. "You don't have to show me this stuff anymore.""