Holy sh.it. Holy sh.it. Holy sh.it.
I can't believe that just happened.
Holy sh.it.
I just met my mate.
Why did you leave? Lyre scolded me.
He's a fu.cking Vampire, I practically spat.
No, he's the God of Vampires, she corrected me.
That's worse! I replied incredulously.
No it's not! Lyre argued. Yeah, we were hurt by some Vamps, but that doesn't mean they're all bad. We know that. We've met good ones. We-
Lyre... Mom and Dad are gonna... I trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence.
They will understand, she said softly.
I shook my head as I paced my bedroom.
This can't be happening. I mean, even if I was willing to overlook that he's a Vamp, look at how I found him. All cozied up with some bimbo, his hands all over her while his fangs were lodged in her throat. That f
