(Author's Note; The story is written in primarily Josie's point of view, but from time to time, we will see things from Grayson's and Vladimir's point of view. This is because a lot more things are in play here, most of which Josie is unaware of at this stage, but it's important that you my dear reader are aware of them so you can understand the book.) Grayson's POV     Stupid. Egoistical, nosy and oh so fucking stupid. I kicked at a daffodil and I watched it snap back into place, only serving to irritate me further.I stepped into the lush garden and stepped on the flower, but still, it wouldn't stay down. I proceeded to stomp the living daylights out of that stupid, bright, flashy thing.I wanted to shake that girl's stupidity loose. Stay out of this. That was all I fucking asked. For her to stay out of the issue until I resolved it in a few days.Did she listen? Nooo. Not the mighty, smart, can d

Grayson's POV (Continued) "That's not important right now. It's our existence which you're risking that you should be focusing on." He began."I didn't ruin anything!" I spluttered."What was your one purpose? The one reason why you are always around the Brailles? Hmm?" He raised bushy eyebrows at me and managed to frown with his eyes.My anger snuffed out of me like a candle in the wind. "To protect them" I replied in a monotone."Wrong. You were sent there specifically to protect Josie. No one else. But what did you do when you got there? You forgot your duty that's what.""It's not that...." I announced weakly."I might be old but I ain't stupid. I already told you a sure fire way to rein in the girl but you refused." He admonished."Rein? No one alive can control that little imp. I'm certain the only reason none of her stupid decisions have ended her life is pure luck and nothing else.""But if she was

AUTHOR'S NOTE; *WARNING* This chapter references m/m relationship. VLADIMIR'S POV I watched the pink hue of the sun peeking out of the horizon with a small smile on my face. Three hundred years ago, and I would have been sizzling just from seeing the sun rising. By the time it rose high into the sky, I would have been burnt into a crisp, nothing but ashes would remain to signify that I was once a living being. Well, if you want to be technical, I was undead and the rays of the sun would have made me completely dead.There was a time I watched the sun rise. It was my favorite time of the year. Not mine,was his. And whatever he liked, I liked. FlashBackJune, 1724. Somewhere in Durbent. "Watching the sunrise is such an awe inspiring thing isn't it?" He drawled, reclining further against the headboard. "Yes. Truly awe inspiring." I replied in wonder as I stared besottedly at his half naked body. "Exquisite." I concluded, smiling at the wonder on his face. I didn't find the rise an

Vladimir's POV   Being born a vampire afforded me many advantages over your everyday vampire. I didn't have an insane aversion to the sun, I moved faster than the speed of light, I could live for all eternity and oh, my sense of smell was a hundred times better than a human’s. But there were times just like this when those abilities were more a curse than blessing. I wasn’t even in the room yet and the stench of terror and fetid piss was already clogging up my nostrils. So much so it was hard not to make my eyes water. I pressed my hand against the fingerprint scanner and waited for the flash of green that let me through. When the flash and beep sounded, I turned the heavy  silver ornamental handle counterclockwise. I made three rounds before heavy mechanical dings rang throughout the basement.

Vladimir's POV     Unfortunately, the hunters, their affiliates and the lesser witches were the only ones I’ve been able to bring to ruin. The seven sisters -the ones who had caused the actual destruction- were still in the wind. How generations had been able to evade me for two centuries was still mind boggling. Natural evolution helped them more than anything else. They settled into their new environments and married, changed names, gave birth, divorced or died, making it almost impossible to track them. I found their friends, siblings or children, but never those who had torn my world to pieces. Eventually, I found one sister in Africa. Actually, I found her grave. I’d exacted my revenge on her offspring instead. Then a strange thing had happened at the house of the fifth sister -yes, each of them had a specific number they held.  I remembered sta