Nikolas leaned back against the chair in his office. He had his eyes closed, face turned toward the ceiling with only a few strands latched over his forehead.
He'd had one of his men look into Viviana to find out if she had any sort of relationship with him in the past. Maybe they had met briefly? Maybe somehow in a moment that he's unable to recall.
He even tried to look into the possibility of her being his mate, but it was a waste of time. Be they vampires like him or any other kind out there, they could tell the very instant they stand before their mate.
With Viviana, however, not even a flicker of light had lit up inside of him. If anything, he felt something entirely different. A yearning kind of ache that confused him.
She wasn't his mate, not the woman he was looking for, yet… Yet these strange feelings, the familiarity of her eyes, it was—
His phone rang abruptly.
