Turning her back towards the bathroom mirror Esmeray glanced back at her reflection in the mirror. Esmeray was so glad that during the major part of her healing process she was unconscious. Being unconscious was better than being awake and screaming in anguish because you couldn't take the pain anymore. Esmeray sighed in amazement, she couldn't believe how fast her wounds had healed. She had a feeling that the healers might have used some magic to treat her because a normal treatment would not have cured her. It was impossible for her to completely recover in ten days with her poor healing ability. Esmeray assessed her back closely. Even if her back was healed there were still angry red marks left along her spine from where she was guessing the stitches were removed. Esmeray groaned in annoyance. The marks were going to stay there for the rest of her upcoming eternal life. Any mark or disability caused to a person before freezing into his immortality stayed with him for a lifetim

Strolling through the corridors of his castle Vladimir couldn't help but miss watching the witch dressed up just in his shirt as he stared at Esmeray who was now wearing bright yellow crochet shorts paired with a strappy crochet top. He could even make out the outline of her black underwear and bra through her crochet outfit. For footwear, she was wearing lace-up knee-length boots. Her odd badass fashion sense and the way she carried herself in it reflected a glimpse of her dominant and carefree personality which made Vladimir feel old. He wished he could be as carefree as the witch. "We will have to skip that one." Vladimir said as he found Esmeray standing in front of the only chamber that was off-limits for everyone. "Why?" Esmeray said as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, studying him closely. The glasses made her look cute and harmless which was the complete opposite of what she was. Vladimir didn't know if she was wearing them for fashion or because she had bad

Vladimir watched the batshit crazy witch with an amused smile as she ate her eighth sandwich. The amount of food she consumed sometimes was astonishing even for an immortal. Her appetite can even put a Lycan to shame. Vladimir sat there on his office chair with a silly smile plastered on his face. He was liking living with this adorably wicked witch. There was never a dull moment when he was with her. She bought a spark in his life, a thrill. Every night he now looked forward to waking up. He looked forward to spending more time with the witch even though sometimes he wanted nothing more than smothering her with a pillow while she slept beside him. The witch was like a little box full of surprises. And above all, she wasn't a pushover. Every time Vladimir would say something inappropriate, instead of getting offended the witch would shake her head in disbelief before coming up with something even more inappropriate that would even make Vladimir blush. Vladimir liked the way she st

When Esmeray entered the chamber she was bought out of her thoughts by a low moan. The lights of the chamber were dim as usual, making it hard for her to see clearly. Reaching into her mystical pouch she took out her glasses and wore them. As her eyes fell on the bed, the scene playing in front of Esmeray took her breath away as her lungs threatened to collapse. 'What in the bloody hell was going on?' As the thought crossed her mind another throaty moan full of despair echoed in the silent room~ Vladimir was twisting on the bed sweating, panting for breath, clawing at his throat, leaving angry red lines behind. It was a miracle that he hadn't been able to break the skin. What the hell was he trying to do? Kill himself in his sleep? A wave of fear shot through her. Was the Vampire having a bad dream? Walking towards him she sat on her side of the bed. "Vlad?" She whispered while scooting at the edge of the bed when Vladimir thrashed a little violently. Esmeray was worried for hi

"Fuck!!!" Esmeray screamed at the top of her lungs as she pulled at her hair to stop the voice inside her head that was seething at her to mark their mate. Brand their name on the Vampire King. What she did out there with Vladimir had barely taken off the edge of her need. And the sinister voice hissing inside her mind wasn't making things easy for her along with Vladimir's scent that she was currently covered in. Esmeray groaned as her head threatened to explode, the foreign voice was too much to handle. She had to figure out a way to mute it before it drove her crazy. Maybe she should start with getting rid of Vladimir's scent. . . Breathing through her mouth Esmeray walked towards the shower, after what seemed like an eternity she was finally able to relax a bit by the courtesy of the hot water. Stepping out of the steamy bathroom she stepped into the walk-in closet. Standing naked in front of the mirrored wall Esmeray stared at her treacherous reflection expressionlessly as s