The doorbell sounded as I was seated on the couch with father. I was with Faith in my arms and was also explaining to him what had happened to her. We also talked about what had happened when he wasn't around. I told him about the adventures I and Solomon had and the death that piled up each time we left. We were wicked, deadly. Well, I was the one that did most of the killing. Solomon only took lives when it was necessary. Like if someone threatened two of us, attacked us, or tried to harm me. He had my back throughout the years until we had separated. I eventually went on killing because I had nobody to tame me. I didn't expect to see him the night after the day I had returned to Winekove. The doorbell sounded again, and Father sighed, standing to his feet. I chuckled as he made his way to the door. On his way, I heard him curse mo

The house had been quiet after that. I sat down at the fireplace to contemplate all Karavaev just told us. It was unbelievable, but it was a relief. Some of the things he told us had been scary, but we found a way to recover—at least, not everybody. Hope was still sad that she had magic but couldn't unlock it. Little did she know she was not the first Quetet I fell in love with. Mary Sherringham was. They didn't look the same, but the frizzled hair was irreplaceable. Mary and I had sex once before she died. If she didn't die, we could have had a child together. I froze. The glass of alcohol in my hand started shaking. I was supposed to have a child with Mary, but she was killed before the seed had the chance to germinate. The anger I felt that she had been killed when I returned from feeding that night erupted again in me.

POLAND, 1303. I zoomed into Christiana's house and looked for her. I wanted to show my brother that she was not to be trusted. She was dangerous and a liability to our family. She didn't deserve to be part of it. She had to be put down quickly. I walked around the house but couldn't find her. I had rushed down here after having sex with a total stranger. This was the second time I was doing such. I wondered what was going over me. My mind was filled with lust. The singer on that occasion, Mrs. Piatek, was good in bed. It looked like she was into me. Too bad I wasn't the type of person that believed in love. She was just a distraction for me. I loved her voice and was mesmerized minimally by her beauty. It was her voice that had attracted me. So we headed home and ha

I got out of the Audi and closed the door behind me. I was back in school after a long while. It had almost been two weeks since I last got to school. A lot had happened. I had fought magic twins and also a friend from the past. The past I thought would never resurrect. I guess the unexpected was always expected. Solomon and I had managed to keep the secret from everyone at home. We had fought Christiana, and I was surprised that Solomon had killed her. I wasn't expecting much. From the way we had started the war, I knew he would fall off because of the love he once had for her. But he was the one that stabbed her with a stake. Christiana was surprised as she died. It gave her a perfect look at her corpse. After we had killed Christiana, I realized something. I realized it was the best way to make your best moments count. So, I went

I chuckled and walked up to him. He had some nerve to walk up to my wedding party and make such a statement. I was enraged by that. He was trying to ruin my party, and I wasn't going to let him do such. Today was too good to be wrecked. He smiled as I approached him. Did he want this? He was definitely a distraction. "What do you want, Maxwell?" I asked, folding my hands across my chest. "I want your head on a platter," he replied. I chuckled slowly. It was then I realized that he wasn't that serious. I thought he would be a very gruesome villain, but from his statement, I had every right to underestimate him. Even people behind us were laughing at him. My head couldn't be chopped off or removed because I was immortal. The only weapon that could kill me had been rendered inv