Isabella Hawthorne
As the heavy oak door clicked shut behind me, muffling the faint sounds of the manor, I heaved a sigh, leaning back against the cool wood. My entire body trembled slightly, though it wasn't entirely from the night chill. A nervous giggle escaped my lips.
What had gotten into me?
Talking to Damien, the powerful vampire king who nearly made me his afternoon snack just a few hours ago – well, the audacity was almost laughable.
Yet, despite the residual fear, a wave of relief washed over me. The conversation, unsettling as it was, had been... human. Damien's words, his raw honesty about the mate bond and the prospect of rejection, had chipped away at the terrifying monster I'd conjured in my mind. Sure, he was powerful, undeniably so. But he was also vulnerable, his vo
