Amanda exactly knew what he meant. She was a skilled driver. A pro even. And not to mention, she was not just a human. She was a strong witch. She had quick reflexes. Indeed, how could she allow such an incident to happen? “I...I saw some visions during the race...” Amanda started, shifting her eyes towards the ceiling. Although their relationship was still new and fresh and out-of-the-ordinary, she knew she need to tell Cord the truth. “Visions?” Cord parroted. “Yeah, it was more like it, Cord. First it was a shadowy figure in the middle of the road. Second was a woman...my mother specifically wailing in agony. She was reaching out to me as if she needed my help.” Instead of becoming emotional, Amanda just frowned, confused with the second vision. When her mother was alive, she was full of energy, happiness and love. Sure her mother had suffered because of her bio

At the stroke of nine in the morning, Amanda knew Noman was coming. It was visit hours after all. When a knock on her main door sounded, she expected it was him and indeed she was right. “How’s my witch?” Noman asked nonchalantly as he stepped inside the room. Amanda gave him a smile and sat up. She had already told herself not to inform him about her bodyguard. After all, Jonathan was in the balcony, away from view, unless Noman would want fresh air and open the balcony door then that’s it. “Hi, Dom, ” she cheerfully greeted. “I’m doing good. How’s your sleep?” “Great darling. I feel better now, rejuvenated, ” he answered whilst putting a paperbag full of fruits and crackers on a table. “And your papers?” “Almost done.” He turned to meet Amand

Last night, after Amanda had that horrific dream, she decided to sleep again but found that she couldn’t. Her mind raced, her adrenaline pumped, and her heart doubled its workload at the mere flash of pictures in her mind of that grotesque scene. Fear gripped and chilled her and it was nowhere near detaching itself despite knowing Cord wouldn’t do such a thing. She trusted him. She was certain she was safe with him, but a part of her—that witch part which screamed defense—made her want to keep her eyes open the rest of the night. It was only at the strike of five in the morning when her eyelids drooped and finally, she allowed herself into the world of dreamless sleep again. Cord, after stealing a last glance at her sleeping form, left the room with Jonathan replacing him. “Good morning Ms. O’Malley, ” he greeted when he first saw signs of the woman waking up

Amanda released a quick breath of disbelief. Her eyes did a double take at the tickets on her hand and then a smirk appeared on her lips. “Wow, you’re actually coming with me? The Master of Vampires is actually coming with me?” She couldn’t believe what she just heard. They hadn’t gone that far into their relationship, but she was sure he disliked traveling and meeting new people. If he did it so for her, then it was a grand gesture, but still it didn’t fail to amuse her. Cord grinned at her, proud that he was able to elicit exactly the kind of response he expected. He opened his mouth to reply, but then was stopped short when the driver of the limousine buzzed his message through the intercom. “Excuse, Master Cord, Miss Amanda, we have arrived.” Amanda handed him back the tickets. “Hold that for me,&rdquo

Jerome knocked on one of the double doors of the study, signifying his arrival along with a female vampire his Master wished to see. It was early in the afternoon that same day. The sun was high in the sky and the air was hot and humid. Not a sign of rain was threatening to pour down. Although Cord knew most of his subjects were inside their dark rooms welcoming a deathlike sleep, he ordered his butler to fetch one that could help him with his...dilemma. Amanda was with Arissa in her old bedroom, busily preparing her luggage for their departure five days from now to New Zealand—to a place where it wasn’t Cord’s comfort zone; to one of the countries where he had once been rampaging and killed more than a dozen witches. Knowing this, he needed treatment asap, or at least to learn more about what was happening with his body, or more like his shadows. He couldn’t forgive himself for the ghastly behavi