Simone's POVMy eyes snap open and I jerk upright. Blinking rapidly, I try to figure out where I am.A bedroom of some kind. The room is big, twice the size of the one I had at Baron’s mansion, but the windows are boarded shut. The rustic old furniture is well kept, and the bed I’m lying on is soft and luxurious. The linen is like a feather, softly draping over me. I swallow against the drought in my throat and hold a palm to my steadily pounding head.On the far side of the room, a door opens and Aldric steps inside. “Oh,” he says, sounding surprised. “You’re awake already.”“Yes,” I croak through dry and cracked lips. “I don’t feel great though.”He darts across the room and hands me a blood bag. My hands are shaking so much that I can’t tear it open. “Tomorrow morning you should feed before you rest for the day,” Aldric says as he takes the bag from me and opens it. "It helps."My stomach churns when I see the blood, but it smells fantastic. I suck the tube into my mouth and sigh
Simone's POV “You should be okay to leave the room now,” Aldric says ten minutes later. “Are you sure?” “Yes, you have yourself under control, and you are satiated…but just in case, we’ll bring blood with us.” After what happened, I don’t really want to leave. I don’t trust myself. “What if I…lose it again?” “I’ll be right by your side. I won’t let anything happen to you.” “It’s not me I’m worried about.” Aldric gives me a lopsided little grin. “When I was a neophyte, Darrick forced me to face my bloodlust. It’s the best and fastest way to learn how to control it.” “The other neophytes don’t,” I say. “Victoria told me they killed a whole camp.” Aldric grimaces. “Because their creators make them and leave them to their own devices.” “Why?” “I don’t know. Most of them don’t even know who made them.” “Don’t they meet their makers in the afterlife like you and I did?” Aldric grabs his ankles and leans forward. “We only do it that way when we take brides.” “Then…how did you kn
Aldric's POV I wish I didn’t have to bring the subject of sex up with Simone. I should have left well enough alone, but I am afraid that the same thing that happened with Victoria will happen with her, and I’d rather find out sooner than later if she doesn’t feel the same way I do. It would spare us both a lot of heartache down the road. It wasn’t until Vicky and I had sex after I turned her that the bond changed. We both knew the moment I entered her. We knew that it was wrong and we both stopped it at the same time. It was one of the worst moments of my life, and it came back to haunt me at various times over the years. The other reason we need to complete the union is more practical. While my bond with Simone is incomplete, I can’t be away from her for more than a few hours at a time. I couldn’t concentrate on my meeting with Richard, and it took all of my substantial willpower to get through the sentencing of the neophytes. All I could think about, all I wanted, was to be with
Aldric’s POV I sit on the couch in Simone’s room, waiting for her to wake up. At her age, it’s jarring when death let’s go for the night and returns you to the land of the living. It's like you're reborn all over again. My bride inhales sharply and bolts upright. Her eyes are wild as she looks around her. She’s confused and afraid. I don't say anything. She has to learn how to deal with waking up. Gradually, the fear eases out of her and she looks straight at me. “Is it always like this?” she asks. “Only in the beginning,” I say and get up from my seat. I hand her a blood bag and sit next to her on the bed. “It will get easier. Did you dream?” I ask. “Yes. Why?” “I felt something from you earlier. You were scared.” “My mother. It’s always the same dream. It stopped for a little while when I lived with Vesper, but…they came back.” “Okay.” My throat constricts while I watch her drink the blood. The way my body reacts to her is violent and painful and it takes everything I have to
Simone's POVThe meeting with the sheriffs takes hours. Aldric mostly discusses new procedures for the creation of vampires and measures to address the blood shortage. More than once, my mind drifts and I slip into daydreaming about more interesting things, just like I used to do when Baron dragged me out of my cage so he could show me off to his guests.This time, I don’t get to linger in my make-believe worlds though, just when I get good and settled into one of my little fantasies, Victoria roughly kicks me on the shin and brings me back to reality.I have no idea why Aldric insisted on me joining him. I’m no one important and have no authority over other vampires. I’m just an accessory – this time as a bride and not a doll, but it’s essentially the same thing. I feel as if he just brought me along so he can show the other sheriffs that he bagged himself a bride.“I am placing an embargo on creation,” Aldric says. “From now on, you will apply and obtain permission to create new vam
Simone's POVI’m seething with rage by the time Aldric puts me down in front of my bedroom. He doesn’t say a word when he opens the door and ushers me back inside. “What’s eating you?” he asks, and leans against the doorframe.“Nothing,” I say and fall down on the couch, throwing one leg over the other and crossing my arms under my breasts.“Okay,” he replies with an amused grin. “Sit there and stew then. It’s really no skin off my nose.”He closes the door and perches on the edge of the bed. “I thought you’re leaving,” I say.“No.”“Why not.”Aldric smiles at me. “You astound me, you really do.”“What? Why?”“You seem to be embracing the change and just...going with it. You have a good hold of your emotions, considering you're less than three days old." He shrugs. "It's unexpected, that's all. Are you still angry at me for turning you?”“No. I was never really angry at you.”“You are now.”“Not for the reason you think.”He leans forward and dangles his big hands between his knees. “
Aldric's POVWhen I walk out of the bathroom after my shower, I find Simone sitting on my bed, wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts. Taken aback, I stop dead in my tracks and just stare at her. She looks so small and vulnerable in the oversized shirt with her knees primly together like that.My heart shoots into my throat and I can barely breathe. “You don’t knock?” I ask, only half joking as I tuck the towel in around my waist.“You never knock.”I laugh and run my hand through my wet hair. “You are up early.”“Am I?”“For a neophyte. Give me two seconds, and I’ll fetch you a blood bag.” I don't want to leave. I want to throw her on her back and bury myself inside her. I want to become a part of her, possess her, finally claim her as mine and mine only.“No need,” she says. “I went down to the donor room, and the lady in charge there, Melanie-”“Melody?”“Yes, she might have said Melody. I couldn’t here properly, you know…because of the bloodlust.”I raise my eyebrows at her, afrai
Aldric’s POV That world comes to a standstill. The light from the fire crackles and dances against the wall, casting the room in its gentle glow. Shadows dance across Simone’s beautiful body, caressing her curves, licking at her soft skin. I pull my trembling, precious bride into my arms, her breath coming in shallow, excited gasps. Her heart pounds rapidly against my chest, and even though the air is alive with the musky scent of her arousal, I can still feel that familiar fear rippling under the surface. “You still want me to tell you that it’s okay?” I ask. “You want me to give you an order?” She stares at me with her big, sad eyes. “Yes. Tell me what you want me to do.” If she were anyone else, this wouldn’t be so difficult. But she’s not. She’s Simone. My one and only true bride. She is different. Special. I want her to want me. I don’t just want her to be with me because she’s afraid of Baron. I don't want to order her to have sex with me. I do it anyway, because that's what