-GABRIEL-
In all my nine hundred years, I’ve never struggled as much as I have these last three days. The moment I walked into Eric’s penthouse, Elena’s enticing scent filled my senses…only it was different. Her unique scent was now mixed with vanilla and a seductive floral scent that called to the beast within me. Later I discovered the floral scent was peonies. And I only figured out the identity of the flower because I couldn’t stop myself from popping in a local flower shop and investigating like a bloody wanker, knowing very well that I could never have Elena. It was even more foolish that I purchased some of the bloody flowers to take home with me…I suppose to torture myself. I am a glutton for punishment.
Obviously, it was a shock to me to discover that when Eric had turned Elena
