1989 Prologue Novels & Stories

Even so, every now and then, when fatigue crept into his tone or when anger slipped through the cracks, a faint trace of Marseille would color his words, a reminder that Louis didn’t quite belong to their Italian world, yet had carved out his place within it. … The soft light of morning spilled through the curtains, casting golden streaks across Cassandra’s room. She stirred awake, her mind instantly remembering what day it was, the charity event. Her wavy brunette hair tumbled loosely around her shoulders as she sat up, running a hand through the strands. The day carried a quiet stillness, as though the world outside was holding its breath. Cassandra moved through her apartment with deliber

Exterminating that filth when I was barely eight earned me quite the reputation in the inner circles. It was the main reason the vampire king agreed to Leo's request of taking me as a protégée. They didn't want to lose someone with my 'potential'. I tried to explain so many times to Leo that Marco did most of the work. That I just took advantage of his plan, his poison, and most importantly of his overconfidence to enlarge the scope of the coup. But he didn't agree. He thinks that letting him do the most dangerous and hardest part of the plan to fit my own was simply genius.