It was that place again…
The same one his diamond eyes beheld not so long ago, during his first and only dream.
Grass was never greener than the one beneath his feet, the air neither hot nor cold, just sweet on his skin.
Was it yet another dream? But how?
Silas never dreamt for he had never known a lick of sleep.
Why was he there then?
The questions did not come with their answers, but memories struck instead… Memories of the last faces that stood before him, the last voices to reach his ears.
Dragomir's servant… That one was not much of a surprise on its own. Even joining forces with the prince was to be expected. The witch was not the most familiar to his eyes, but the vampire could've sworn her traits had appeared to him before that night.
Reckless! How much more reckless could he have been?
However, the biggest ache to twist his insides was the fact that Arabella was left to fend for herself on that island.
