Despite the Vampire King being a renowned playboy, I knew, and I could feel it deep in my heart, that he genuinely cared for me. Perhaps even loves me.
Linus told me he didn't see me as Majara. He did not fall for me because of our resemblance. I wonder if that is the case with Seymour as well. I couldn't bring myself to ask him, a little afraid of the answer that would come out of his mouth.
I hated how the betrayals and lies I had experienced had created a new wall around me. I let Seymour use me as I used him to somehow forget. I blindly accepted his affection and kisses and accepted that my body wanted him as much as he wanted me.
The rest of our vacation in Edinburgh passed by so quickly that I almost didn't feel it. Still, I will treasure the memories I have and promise to go back
