All Chapters of To Bleed For You: Chapter 131 - Chapter 135

Elena spared no expense to ensure the illusion of normality remained flawless. Rather than hosting the gathering under the oppressive, shadow-drenched ceilings of Blackwood House, she booked a prestigious, high-end restaurant in the heart of town. To guarantee absolute privacy and eliminate any external variables, she bought out the establishment for the entire evening. A discreet sign hung on the heavy glass front doors, reading Closed for a Private Event, turning the upscale dining room into an isolated stage cut off from the rest of the world. When the heavy oak doors finally opened, the quiet click of heels and heavy leather boots broke the soft jazz playing through the hidden speakers. Elena stood up with practiced, effortless grace to greet her guests. She wore a tailored black dress that made her look like the epitome of immortal sophistication. By her side, Maya wore a simple forest-green blouse, her hands smoothing down her skirt in a rare show of nervous energy. T

Maya and Chloe shared a soft, unspoken glance before stepping back into the light of the main dining room. The heavy air that had defined the earlier part of the evening was completely gone, replaced by a profound, resting stillness. When their shoes clicked against the polished floor, Thalia looked up first. The sharp, guarded edge in her golden eyes had vanished, smoothed over by a peaceful clarity. Elena, too, turned her head with a fluid, relaxed grace that lacked any of her usual tight restraint. "Did you two pick out a dessert?" Thalia asked, her voice light as she reached out to naturally take Chloe's hand, lacing their fingers together on top of the mahogany table. "The chocolate torte," Chloe replied with an easy smile, sliding back into her seat beside the wolf. "But we might need four spoons." Maya moved back to her chair next to Elena. As she sat down, Elena’s cool hand found hers beneath the table, squeezing her fingers with a sudden, deep warmth. Maya looked up

A Breakfast of Golden Honey The quiet rhythm of the kitchen was broken by the sharp, rhythmic scuff of thick wool socks against the slate floor. Nadia stepped through the doorway, her hair a messy, sleep-tousled crown, yawning loudly before she even fully opened her eyes. She froze mid-step, her gaze dropping to the counter. Elena’s arms were still looped securely around Maya’s waist. The ancient vampire hadn't moved an inch, her cheek resting comfortably against Maya’s hair while Maya mindlessly trace a slow pattern on Elena’s forearm with her free hand. The two of them looked completely melted into one another, illuminated by the bright, unburdened morning sun. Nadia let out a dramatic, high-pitched whistle, crossing her arms as a massive, teasing smirk took over her face. "Well, well, well," Nadia drawled, leaning heavily against the doorframe. "Did I accidentally wander into a generic romance novel, or has the permanent winter of Blackwood House finally thawed? Look a