The Heartless Hybrid Queen
Two vampires in red and black uniforms – the colours I’ve noticed all the workers in the castle wear – are on the other side of the door and present Samael with a large box and a glass vase full of flowers.
Once he thanks them and closes the door, he returns to me, carrying the deliveries. “These are for you my love,” he says sweetly, handing me the vase; the glass work is beautiful; intricate floral designs make it almost as lovely as the flowers it holds. Roses, baby’s breath, snowdrops, and poinsettias are overflowing out of the vase, the aroma coming off them is alluring. I inhale the scent of the flowers deeply, and smile at my wonderful mate.
“Thank you Sam,” I say, using his nickname
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