Chapter 49

(Nicholas Shaw - POV)

Never once in over 300 years of my life did I think I would find someone who was worth more than my own life. But here I am now, falling into heaven as well as the deepest hell from which there is no way out.

Eleanor was still asleep when I returned from my morning chores, buying salmon and cream cheese bagels. Her innocent face looks so peaceful on the pillow that it makes me want to go back to join her under the covers. The smell of her hair, the taste of her lips, the warm feeling when they touched her skin, the sound of her laughter, every drop of her tears, her broken sighs, every second I spent with her was still not enough.

It felt like my life before meeting her was just a waste of time. And now, I can't imagine life without her. I don't want to imagine it.

But unfortunately, until now Alastair is still a problem. As long as Alastair's blood is still flowing in Eleanor's body, she is not completely mine. How dare a creature like him touch Eleanor, turn he