The sun had set completely and the first stars were visible in the sky before Seraphina returned to the DeBeaux Angelo manor.  She landed in the garden where Achilles and Aurelia were sat waiting for her. She quickly shifted back to her Dhampir form and hurled her naked body at the two. Her eyes were red and swollen and her voice raspy.  She wrapped her arms around each of their necks pulling them into her, her body shook with sobs. They held her like that for a long while until the moon bathed the garden in a faint white glow.  Seraphina finally drew back, “I-is Leo o-okay?” 

Seraphina and Aurelia readied themselves for another attack as further footsteps could be heard in the distance. Aurelia picked up a sword from one of the dead soldiers as Achilles burst into the entrance hall. He paused, taking in the piles of dead bodies around him and turned to look at Seraphina, a pain stricken look on his face.  “Seraphina…Did you do this?” he gestured to the charred bodies. She gave him a single sharp nod. “You should be at home with Leonardo.”  Achilles frowned at her, “He is with Isobella… Seraphina, I understand your need for revenge but, why didn’t you bring me?”  

When Seraphina awoke, the sun had just begun its descent in the evening sky. She clutched the sides of her head as the events of the morning flashed through her mind and tears stung her eyes as she tried to shake the memories away.“Are you okay my sweet flower?” Achilles whispered against her neck as he pulled her back against his chest.  She opened her mouth but, no words came out. Shaking her head, she pressed herself closer to Achilles, revelling in the contact that she had been longing for more than she realised. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, Achilles breathed deeply inhaling her scent. “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed this,” Achilles whispered as he tighten

Seraphina threw her head back as a cry escaped her lips. One hand gripping the side of the bath and the other firmly holding Achilles’ shoulder, she arched her back and thrust her hips forward to meet Achilles’ searching tongue.  Finger nails dug into her hips as Achilles pulled her closer, his tongue flicked out and danced over her swollen bud, exciting the nerves. Seraphina tightened her legs around his shoulders, steadying herself as her cries echoed through the bathroom.  Achilles moved a hand up to massage Seraphina’s breast whilst the other moved down from her hip to tease her dripping wet entrance. He sucked her excited bud into his mouth as he plunged a finger into her depths;

“I should have known your father would’ve kept an alter hidden somewhere,” Isobella grinned as she walked into the secret room.