Chapter 72

Aster:

Over the next two months, her nights blended together into a predictable pattern. Declan came by every evening with a blood bag, they’d sit and talk for a few hours, then he’d leave. She didn’t ask him for physical affection again, nor did he offer it. The only reason she did it that once was because her ancestor, Deborah, insisted that it would awaken her powers – and she was right.

When Aster kissed Declan and the love she felt for him destroyed the ever-present anger, the plant bloomed…it took no effort at all, as long as she redirected her love to the seed. The vampires that tried to teach her didn’t fully understand – it wasn’t about commanding the seed to bloom, it was about loving it to life. Likewise, she could literally hate the plants to death.

At some point, she lost track of when, Eros returned. He’d come by every so often and take her out – why Declan couldn’t do it, she never asked, nor did she particularly care. She enjo