(Juriel)
I took a step back and looked around the kingdom realizing that my mate was nowhere around. I decided to go find him to check if he was okay knowing that the loss of his people was hard on him. The scent of him, thick and intoxicating, clung to the air like a phantom caress. Malik. My Malik. My mate. My king. My everything. He was mine, and the world, in all its glittering, horrifying glory, belonged to us. But now… the scent was… diluted, almost… hidden. My sharp vampire senses, honed by time of hunting and survival, were on high alert, every nerve vibrating with a frantic energy. I, Juriel, the immortal vampire queen, felt a cold dread creep through me. Where was he?
My eyes scanned the sprawling, gothic castle. Moonlight, fractured and distorted by the countless stained glass
