Genevieve knew that this day would come. The day when she had to show Cole the whole truth—the day when he’d probably rip her head from her body out of rage. The day when she showed him that he had known Syanna long before Unici. And just like she anticipated, his eyes were bright in anger as they snapped open. “Get the hell away from me,” Cole growled as steam rose from his skin. Genevieve gulped. “I did it for your own good, Cole,” she told him, trying to calm him down. But instead, this made him even angrier. She knew that when she showed Cole the truth, he’d hate her even more. She didn’t know why that thought bugged her so much, yet it did.“My own good!” He laughed, but it was void of humour. “Do you know what my first memory is, Genevieve? Seeing you, who took me and brought me to a place that I hated! Do you know how much more peace I would’ve had for the past two years if I had remembered that I met Syanna!?” He ran his hand through his hair. “Gosh, I... I knew her all

Twelve hours. It had been twelve hours since Genevieve left, and Syanna was getting both antsy and sleepy. It’s not that she was rushing them or waiting like a damsel in distress for her prince charming to save her, but being here gave her a lot of time to think. What would she do if they pulled off setting her free? What will they do when the headmistress comes after them again? It’s not like she could very well stay at Unici, but she wouldn’t be able to go back home to Jake, either. He’d surely send her back for her 'own protection.’ And that, too, was another thing to consider. The Vechi vampire who Cole killed wasn’t the only one, and she knew that if she left Unici, she’d run into more of them. With or without Cole, that’d be a problem. So, she was basically stuck. No option worked in her favour except one. And that was convincing the headmistress that she could handle the truth and danger better if she actually knew what it was. All her life, Jake had done the same thing as

“I am never letting you out of my sight again.” Cole held onto Syanna as they entered his room. The morning had just started, yet they both had had a long day already. “Even when I’m peeing?” Syanna teased as they plopped in Cole’s bed. “Isn’t that a bit weird?”Cole, too smiled as he caressed her cheek with his thumb. “You can use the bathroom in peace,” he said with a chuckle. “But no more vampire attacks, or supposedly good-willed kidnappings.”He rolled his eyes at the thought. Syanna found it funny. She had spent the entire walk to his room explaining to him why the headmistress wasn’t evil, and why he shouldn’t pick a fight with her. But Cole was still sceptical. He thought that the old fairy could’ve approached the situation immensely better. Which was true. Syanna didn’t understand why the headmistress had to be so extra. She understood that she was trying to give Syanna a wake-up call, but kidnapping? That would’ve given anyone the wrong impression. “I doubt that,” Syanna

She actually agreed. Syanna agreed to go to some unknown place with Cole, with no knowledge of where they were going or what they were going to do. He didn’t know why, but the thought that she trusted him gave him shivers inside. Sometimes he hated and feared the way she made him feel. She was a tiny—emphasis on the tiny—human from a small town with some serious supernatural history in her blood, but she was still one girl. Yet, she did things to Cole that he wouldn’t even phantom a year ago. His memory of Syanna was the first memory he’d have outside of Unici, and although he craved to know what my life was like before this damn academy, he couldn’t help but want to make memories with this tiny human. Genevieve confirmed that he and Syanna were connected, and he wouldn’t try to deny it any longer. There wouldn’t be any other explanation for the pull he felt towards her—to the point where he always wanted to be with her, no matter what or when. And he doesn’t necessarily disl

“Cole.” Cole shuffled in his sleep, hearing the soft whisper of his name, but not loud enough to jolt him from the subconscious world. “Cole...” There it was again, a bit louder and more urgent, but still not strong or urgent enough to make him move from this position. He can’t remember the last time he slept so well. That’s because he has never slept so well. “Cole, come to me.” It was louder, and even more urgent, and soon he felt himself slipping into the conscious world again. It was dark—so dark that for a second, he forgot where he was. But then he caught a whiff of Syanna’s scent, and all the memories of their moment together came rushing back. She was majestic. She was everything Cole had ever dreamed of or wanted, and she was his. Never had he imagined that Syanna would be so...wonderful. He had, shamelessly so, imagined this moment a million times in his head. Yet, it was far more exquisite—far more special, and he just knew that their souls were now connected. He felt