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SILAS
I let my fingers push each ivory key of the piano as if of their own accord. My brain is in turmoil.
Any sane vampire would give her to them. Try to make their peace, try to protect their own hive — their family. Yet standing beside her on the driveway, feeling her skin against mine on the motorcycle ride over here … it’s become too much to bear.
And far too much to deny.
I’m not a believer in love at first sight, I never have been, but I’ve never smelled blood like hers — I’ve never once felt so … enchanted by another. I’ve never had the drive to protect anyone the way I want to protect her. This is not merely an emotional experience. This is physical — innate. I did not recognize it on the bridge, had written it off as wanting to save an innocent, but those rats were Markula
