★Noah★
I sighed softly as I sat in the dim glow of the sitting room with a glass of wine. Not for the first time in the past few weeks, my mind drifted to thoughts of Anastasia. Her name alone stirred something inside of me. Something I had never felt in all my life. It was a strange sort of hunger, but not the kind that had defined my existence for so long. No, this was different. It was a need beyond blood. A pull beyond reason.
“You are troubled, brother mine. What is on your mind?” Marcia’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I turned to see her standing in the doorway. Her arms were across her chest and the look of concern etched upon her features. I sighed as I set my glass aside on the table.
“Aye, sister mine. I am troubled,” I admitted softly. Marcia came forward, graceful
