Vilkas POV.This is not happening. What the fuck. How did she get the heart scale? Why didn’t I feel it sooner?“Vilky, are you ok?” I ignore her as I look out of the window at the world below. I know Serana is who she says she is, but I don’t understand how the heart scale came into contact with her or why.“Vilky?” I feel a warmth spread over me as her hand clutches my arm. I look down at her and smile at her.“I’m OK,” I say as I stroke her hair. Nothing makes sense anymore.“Want to talk about it?” she asks and I see love shine in her eyes, then I watch as her face change into Serana. I move away from her and shake my head.“There is nothing to talk about. I think I need to be alone for the time being.” She starts to cry and I start to become annoyed with her. Fucking crying, why does she have to start crying?When Serana is upset, I feel it, but then again, it will be because of the heart scale. Stacey, when she cries, I just want to rip her throat out. Why am I thinking like tha

Vilkas POV.After listening to Bedelia, I don’t want to believe what she has said, but then there were the journals written in Marcia’s hand writing. How could those by fake?“It’s because they aren’t fake. I believe Bedelia and Serana. You are the one who doesn’t. You made your choice Vilkas and you choose wrong. Just keep your bitch away from Serana and away from the West Wing.” I listen to Jaka and I know he is right, but I feel the bond between me and Stacey, whereas Jaka feels it with Serana. This is fucked up.“I will keep her away from them. How do I explain this to Stacey? She has only been here a short while, and the place has turned chaotic.” I tell him when he hums in my head like he is thinking.“Like a storm?” I sigh loudly because that is what it is like: a storm. Great! For the first time in days, I feel clear-headed.“That is because you aren’t around, Stacey. I think she has done something to you Vil, I think everything we have been told is correct. Stacey isn’t who y

Serana POV.I have locked myself away from everyone and everything. Just me and the journals, scrolls, and photo albums.A knock on the bedroom door has me looking up from the sofa by the fire. I ignore it as I turn my gaze back to the flames. I haven’t left here since the day in the throne room. That was over a week ago. I don’t know what to do anymore.“Rana, come on, please. You need to eat something. You have eaten nothing in four days.” Wesley says from the other side of the door, yet I don’t respond as I look down at my lap at the photo album of my parents when my mom was pregnant with me and I smile at them.I chuckle at one phot in particular. It’s of mom surrounded by different food, snacks and drinks eating a pickle. The label underneath says ‘pregnancy cravings are the best’ I laugh at that she was truly beautiful. I turn the page and see another of my mom and dad together sitting in the palace gardens. He is holding her from behind with his face over her shoulder as they b

Stacey/Starci POV.Oh Serana, you walked right into my trap. I chuckle to myself. But damn, what she did hurt, and she isn’t at full power yet.“She was going to run. We did what we had to. What I wasn’t expecting was Vilkas to fucking mark us Star. You should have stopped him.” Lex snarls in my head and I groan.Yeah, that wasn’t meant to happen. It looks like I will have to be extra careful now when I go and meet up with my favourite people here in the palace. Joel and a couple of the dark fae. They are good fucks; they know what I like and what I don’t, plus they know it’s just sex, no feelings involved, or that’s what I told myself. Joel is different. I really like him even if he is a vampire.“What does it matter if he marked us? Serana saw it and is no doubt heart broken now. So she will become weak.” I say and she shakes her head, clicking her tongue.“You don’t get it, do you? The mark will fade. How are you going to get him to remark you before the next full moon? You can’t s

Serana POV.Whatever happened, the night Starci came to taunt me, the dark fae and Vilkas haven’t returned. I lay there, looking up at the ceiling. The scent of dried blood, mould, and mildew fill my nose. My skin is dirty and my hair is matted.At least I have a toilet in here and a sink, so I can have water and wash my face. I hear scurrying in the corner of the room and see a familiar little face. The only friend I have down here. A rat. Yeah, I’ve lost the plot. It will no doubt eat me if I die. Oh well, at least he will have a meal.“Hey buddy.” I say weakly as it sits up and sniffs the air before it runs closer to me. I used to be terrified of them, but what’s the point? I’ll be dead soon.It squeezes through the bars and into my open hand. I lift it up and giggle as it rubs its brown body against my hand.“I will be leaving you soon. Thank you for being my friend.” I say when I laugh at myself, God, can I hear myself? Fucking hell, I’ve definitely lost it.It squeaks as it jump