Todos los capítulos de A Queen Among Blood: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

In a flash, I lift Yildiz and swing her around and feel my heart thump in my chest at the sound of her giggle. It’s even more glorious than the sound of all the bleeding hearts in the world. I set her down and push her hair back as I look in her golden eyes as she smiles up at me. “You are truly the most magnificent being I have met. What you did was so stupid and so dangerous,” I say shaking my head. “And I would do it again. I’m nothing without you, Osiah. I can’t lose you, not now, not ever. That includes losing you to your blood craze. If I have to feed you my blood every time it comes on then I’ll do it, I have plenty to spare. No more running, okay?” she says, holding my face in her hands. I smile a bright smile down at her, “No more running, Firefly. I give you my word.” “Why do you call me ‘firefly’?” she asks curiously. “Because you look like one to me. This beautiful ball of light glittering in my darkness,” I answer as I caress her cheek. She smiles wide, “I like that.

I step out of the chateau and follow the scent of espresso and zagara. I can smell a nearby lake and feel the gentle breeze that wafts off it bringing a soothing chill to my skin. I may not be able to see it, but I can feel the beauty of this place. My feet walk along the gravel trail as it crunches beneath my feet until I see the blood-red aura with a ring of canary yellow, just what I was looking for. I can hear her sobs as I approach, and she quickly muffles them as I get closer. “So, you’re an irshiust,” she says. I smile kindly at her, “I am.” “I thought you had laws against making newborns,” she says with disdain. I sigh and sit down beside her and find my back against a tree, “You’re right. We have laws to stop sanguidaes from just going out and turning people whenever they feel like it.” “Yet there’s a newborn in our home. Pretty fresh too by the look of him.” “The blood banks that Osiah has created were all destroyed.” Galina lets out a gasp beside me. “That would mean

I only managed a couple of hours sleep before I found myself awake and restless. Osiah’s blood-red outline with flecks of dancing silver laying peacefully beside me is something I’ve quickly become accustomed to. Now I can’t imagine ever looking over and not seeing it. Slowly I turn on my side, getting bunched up in the shirt Osiah gave me to wear. I’m literally swimming in the thing, but I don’t mind, especially since it smells so perfectly of him. That’s my favourite thing about being here. Being surrounded by his glorious, explosive scent. I just want to bask in it forever. The way it makes me feel light and content is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Being close to him feels like I’ve found the missing part of me; a part I never knew I was missing until I met him. Which makes sense, he is my other half after all. Carefully, I reach out and gently brush my fingertips over his face and commit the contours of his face to memory. I take in the surprising length of his eyelashes

Stepping out of Osiah’s shower I can smell a delicious breakfast wafting up the stairs and making its way right to my nostrils. I can smell bacon, eggs, sausage and even French toast and I instantly start to salivate. I quickly dry myself off and towel dry my hair as best I can before dressing in my clothes from yesterday and making my way downstairs. “That smells fantastic,” I praise, taking a seat at the kitchen bench, “I really am surprised you’re such a terrific cook.” “When you live this long, if you don’t know how to cook then there’s something very wrong with you.” I chuckle and nod in agreement. Not knowing how to do something as fundamental as feeding yourself is just lazy, and there’s really no excuse for it. Well… unless, of course, you have a disability of some kind, in which case that is a pretty good excuse. Aside from it being a necessity for most people, food is always evolving, and people are discovering new flavours all the time. One of the benefits of being immor

It’s been a long day of checking in on sanguidaes and their septs, and if I had the energy of a human I’m sure I’d be exhausted beyond belief, but exhaustion doesn’t come easy to me. The sun is setting and I’m now at my final stop of the day. I admit I might have been rushing through the day, eager to be done so I could be reunited with Yildiz. I sound like an addict, and maybe I am. I’m addicted to Yildiz. Not just addicted but I’m madly in love with her and I still can’t get over the fact that she loves me too. This pure and wonderful being told me she loved me. I never thought someone like me could be loved yet here I am. I have found someone I would give my everything to, who has shown me time and time again she would give me her all without hesitation. The only downside to all this is that at some point I’m going to have to confront Zarseti and tell her she was right and thank her. I can just picture her smug face now laughing at my expense. She knew it that day I went to her. S