Naomi PovI opened the door to my room and stepped out, smiling at Emma as we made our way to the elevator. She wore a pair of dark jeans that hugged her slender frame and a blue shirt that matched the color of her eyes. I, on the other hand, was in a tourist mood. I wore a red maxi boho dress that was stretchy at the top. It flowed freely from below the breast and had a slit at the side. It seemed Lucian loved dresses with slits because that's what he had been ordering for me. Right from the ball gown he had ordered for me a few weeks back to the bikini cover up he bought three days. And now this.Well, I wasn't complaining. Everything suited me. I might just make him my personal fashion stylist. I chuckled at the thought and that got Emma's attention. "What are you laughing about?" She shouldered me playfully. It was just both of us in the elevator, since our penthouse suite was the only one on that floor. "Nothing really," I shrugged, not wanting to divulge that my source of
Lucian PovPanic. That's the only word that can describe my state now. I had gotten back to the penthouse with Travis a little over two hours ago, expecting to meet the girls there, but they were nowhere to be found.The sun was already setting, and I know shopping can take time, but they were not in the boutique. Has someone kidnapped them right under my nose? "My Lord, they might have ventured into town. That's the only explanation," Travis quipped. He was also worried, but not as worried as I was. No, they dare not disobey a direct command. Even if Naomi decided to go against me, Emma wouldn't dare. The scrawny 29-year-old lady had been working under me for more than 5 years and I know how loyal and obedient she was. She wouldn't dare leave the hotel just because I said so.The only explanation would be that someone had taken both of them. Considering I had a lot of enemies, I didn't even know where to start looking for them. We had searched for the beach and boutique, in fact
Naomi PovLucian was angry, no, livid. I kept quiet as we got into the elevator, not wanting to do more damage. I should have kept quiet, but I didn't know why I felt the need to see him rile up.Well, I have gotten my wish and I have never been more terrified. He got out of the elevator, striding to the beach and I struggled to keep up.He didn't seem to mind. He didn't even slow down, and I knew he could hear me puffing behind me as I ran. Stupid vampire.He stopped and turned back, his eyes blazing. Even under the cover of darkness, I could see the two red dots that were his eyes. "You know what? I wanted to calm down by the beach and I needed you in my sight, but since you just called me a stupid vampire, I guess we're going to do things only a stupid vampire would do."Damn, he read my thoughts. Why do you like invading my mind? I screamed in my head."Maybe because you like to project them on me, unknowingly though. It doesn't matter anyway." With that, he scooped me in his arms
Naomi PovI stood in Lucian's embrace for a while, just breathing in the cold evening air and his scent, knowing I was safe in his arms. When I later disentangled, I used the water to rinse the sour taste of vomit in my mouth. Lucian was sitting on a flat rock and when I was done, he motioned for me to join him, which I did.We sat in comfortable silence, just taking in the quiet and serene atmosphere. “I'm sorry I made you cry,” Lucian said, suddenly disturbing the silence. I looked over to him and noticed that he was apprehensive. “It's okay. It's not your fault, actually. And I'm sorry for riling you up on purpose.” I also took the chance to apologize. We fell into silence again before Lucian spoke. “But why did you try to rile me up tonight? I've been thinking about it over and over. It felt like you really just wanted to push my buttons until I cracked.”I kept quiet, pondering the events of the evening. I really couldn't point out the reason for my behavior. It all boils dow
Naomi PovI woke up the next morning feeling weak. It was to be expected though. I had expended a lot of energy and excitement when I went shopping with Emma, then the whiplash I got when Lucian had run off at vampire speed while carrying me. I knew it was all going to bite me in the backside sooner or later.I groaned as I got up, slipping my feet into the fluffy bunny slippers I had bought yesterday. Moving quietly, I entered the kitchen and fixed myself a cup of coffee. I carried it back to the room with me and I lay in bed as I sipped it while reading one of the books Lucian had gifted me.I was engrossed in the book I was reading and didn't know how much time had passed, until a knock sounded on my door. “Come in,” I answered, highlighting the page I was reading before turning my attention back to the door. Lucian strolled in, casually balancing a tray of food in one hand and a gift box in the other. My heart raced as I tried to guess what he had gotten for me this time around.
Lucian PovI was in the middle of an online meeting with some investors when a text came in that the dress I had ordered was on its way to the suite. I quickly rounded up the meeting and sent a message to my secretary to follow up on the progress of the meeting until I got back to Russia. I didn't plan on leaving Hawaii anytime soon. It seemed like Naomi really loved the place and I decided to take a vacation of my own too. When was the last time I took time for myself? I couldn't remember. The doorbell rang, and I used my vampire speed to go open the door. I didn't want anyone to get there first. After signing the package, I collected the bag and made my way to Emma's room. She immediately allowed me in after I knocked. She looked nervous as I filled the small space. I know she was scared of what I would do to her for disobeying my instructions on leaving the hotel grounds yesterday. And the fact that I had told Travis to let her know that I'd deal with her later meant she had
Naomi PovDinner was a dream come true. Lucian ordered a buffet and I tasted all the food that was brought to us. He really went out of his way.Right now, we were watching the city through the glass after dinner as we waited for dessert. Lucian had a glass of whiskey in his hand as usual. I had refrained myself from asking for the limousine, but I couldn't stop myself now. "Why do you always drink whiskey?" I asked him. He stared at me for a moment. He looked disoriented, like someone snapped out of a daze. "I have acquired a taste for whiskey. Not like it does anything to vampires like me, but it has slowly become an addiction." He answered before turning his gaze back to the scene before us.I was confused. "You said it doesn't do anything to vampires. Does that mean you can't get drunk by drinking whiskey?""Yeah. That was what I meant."I had so many questions at that point. If drinking whiskey didn't get him drunk, then what happened the first night at the hotel? How did he ge
Lucian PovI got off the phone and turned my attention back to Naomi. I heard sniffles while I was on the phone with the commissioner in Russia. It seemed like our vacation was going to be cut short."Are you all right?" I asked, concerned about her. I didn't miss the way she had stiffened when I mentioned her birthday. What could have happened that would make her react that way?"I'm fine. Don't mind me. Anyway, who was that on the phone?" I didn't miss the way she tried to change the topic. I intended to find out what had made her cry, but for now, I would go along with the flow."It was business," I vaguely replied, not wanting to tell her too much about what I did. But it seemed she was not having any of it because the next thing I knew, she said, "I heard you mention Alexander Forkado on the phone. Are you working with him?"I couldn't veil the look of disgust and disdain on my face at her question. Why the hell would I work with a man as vile and immoral as Alexander? Forget th
Lucian's PovYears had elapsed since Deluna’s fall, and despite the wounds of war, the world had begun healing. What once had been a country full of tyranny and fright lived with hope in its heart. Vampires, living under Deluna’s tyranny, were free at long, long last. And I, with Naomi, had sworn ourselves to seeing freedom stretch to each and every soul yet living in shackles. We fought together, forging alliances, destroying whatever of Deluna’s corrupt empire lay in its path, and providing refuge and protection to souls that lived for too long in misery and agony. And yet, even with all that we accomplished, the greatest transformation hadn’t been in the world at all—it had been in me. Naomi tamed my rougher corners, taught me in virtue of love, in hope, and most of all, in the fact that redemption existed. And I, seeing her sit out on our balcony, in sunlight and in gold, bathing in sunlight, I saw that my greatest purpose no longer lay in commanding a people, but in protectin
Naomi’s PovThe battlefield hung in a dead, matted quiet. Once, with a reek of death and sorcery, but now with a mere whisper of wind, it breathed. The sky, which was shrouded in Deluna’s shadow, seemed lighter.I turned and looked around us, and saw the faces of my companions who fought with us. Some I recognized, scarred in battle, with looks of both loss and relief etched onto them. Others… Others were not with me.Travis.Alexander.Bane.They'd gone, some dead, and gone, whose fate I could not say. But one reality I could not deny is that those who fought with Deluna, who fought to maintain Deluna’s tyranny, died with her.Some of them, perhaps, still lay in shadows, but if ever again… They'd have to answer to us.I breathed out, a slow, deep one.Lucian, noting my hesitation, stroked my hair behind my ear, out of my face. His fingers were rough but kind, a reminder of battles won, of wars won, and of love won in choosing him."We did it," he whispered, eyes bloodshot and intent
Lucian's PovThe seconds ticked in slow motion as I saw Naomi’s delicate form move towards me. The whole scenario seemed dreamlike, a nightmare I couldn’t awaken from. And then, in a matter of a split second, her form collapsed onto the ground. Everything else melted, my eyes refocusing onto Naomi's dying form at my feet. My heart thudded savagely in my chest, a thudding beat drowning out everything else. "No… Naomi…" I faltered, dropping onto my knees at her side, my shaking hands extending out towards her. “No, no, no. This can't happen.” I touched her face, and her face was dispiritedly cool to my fingertips. Something deep and suffocating took over, its talons closing in my heart. Her eyes shut, her mouth a little apart, but no sign of life moved in them. My voice died in my mouth, taken over with horror. "How far are you willing to go, Deluna?"A faint echo of laughter sounded over my head, Deluna’s mocking laughter, sharp and cutting and rough-edged, like broken glass. How
Naomi’s PovThe battlefield lay covered in shadow, thick with smoke, burning wood, blood, and residues of lingering magic. Under my feet, the earth shuddered minutely, unsure whether this war had actually reached its conclusion. Deluna was a distance of a few feet, her black cloak fluttering a little in the evening breeze, her eyes squinted in observation of me. She yet seemed powerful, untouched by events transpired about her. But I could detect it now, the tiniest tremble of doubt in her eyes. She was starting to understand. Understand that she wasn't as unscathed as she long convinced herself to believe. I breathed in, slow and deliberate, then moved to speak. "What request?" Deluna questioned me, with a taint of distrust in her voice. I jerked my head, raising my chin a notch. "What way would you like to breathe your last?" Her mouth twisted in a cold sneer, but I could detect tension in her shoulder. "You can't do that," she taunted me. I took a pace in her direction. "I
Lucian’s PovI'd long been convinced wickedness took a face and one I'd seen in both monsters and in men, too. But tonight, with dusk consumed and sunset gone, I saw an atrocity that challenged my definitions of wickedness and forced me to redefine them. I'd seen evil I could hardly have dreamed in my most fevered imagination.The sky wasn't at its radiant best, but one contrast alone remained: one silver glow of the moon painted everything with an eerie, dark radiance, and I could almost feel its vigor. I kept moving onward, a burning fury in my heart burning brighter with each pace I took. "Your face, moon," I whispered in a snarl of anger, "tonight, your face bore witness to my friend’s murder." Travis’s dying memories looped in my head forever: laughter, soft comforts, and a shocked cry of betrayal that took him from me. I hadn't seen him coming.Travis, a man who firmly insisted wicked souls bore a glimmer of virtue, lay dead, robbed of life at our hands through a wickedness I co
Deluna’s PovDid I just kill Travis? The question echoed in my mind as I stood in the middle of the battle, blood on the floor. The taste of blood and regret was in my mouth, and I could barely breathe. The silence after the fight was louder than all the noise before.I staggered back, my limbs trembling as I tried to steady myself against a shattered column. Every heartbeat throbbed in my ears, a cruel metronome marking the passing of a moment I could never undo. The pain consumed me deeply; it was as though the very essence of my soul was being torn apart. I felt as if I might die from the weight of my own remorse.For a long while, I recalled our fight. Travis, even in his final moments, had pressed me with questions that now haunted my every thought. His eyes, full of anguish and bitter disappointment, burned into me as though searing my skin. I could still hear his voice in the clamor of my memories: "Why did you do all this, Deluna?" he had demanded, his tone a mixture of sorr
Naomi's PovMy pleas were swallowed by the chaos around us. Amidst the din of battle and the cries of wounded men, I could only hear my own heart breaking. I remembered Travis’s promise from earlier, a promise made with a laugh and a spark of defiant joy. I remembered how he had vowed to come back victorious. And now, that promise lay shattered like glass on cold stone.Lucian looked into my eyes, and for a moment, the anger in his gaze shifted to sadness. "Naomi," he said softly, "we can't bring him back, but we can make sure his sacrifice wasn't wasted." His words felt like both a blessing and a burden. A reminder that this war's cost was counted in blood and lost love.The thought of Deluna, the traitorous witch who caused Travis’s death made me burn with a need for revenge. "Where is she, Lucian?" I demanded, voice trembling with a mix of anger and despair. "I must face her. I must know why she did this. I want her to answer for Travis’s death!"Lucian’s eyes darkened further, and
Naomi’s Pov"Wake me up, someone, please wake me up!"My voice echoed through the pain, like I was calling out to a bad dream. I blinked at the bright light, tasting blood and sweat in my mouth. Everything around me was a blur of red and shadow. I could barely remember the morning, only broken memories of the night before the screams, the clash of steel, and the grief still twisting in my chest."Travis...?" I whispered, my voice breaking. My mind spun with disbelief. Travis Scott, my dearest friend, the one who had always been there to watch my back, to make me laugh even in our darkest moments, was gone. Gone, as if snatched away by some cruel fate. And all because of this cursed war and the betrayal that has splintered our lives. I pressed trembling fingers to my lips, tasting the bitter tang of my own tears. "How… how can this be?" My heart pounded painfully against my rib cage, each beat a reminder of the promise he had made earlier that day. I remembered the way his eyes had sp
Lucian’s PovDeluna’s voice echoed through the hall like a death knell. With her dark eyes burning, and her words laced with venom, she had suddenly declared war in the grand dining hall. “Kill them all, bring Naomi to me!” she roared, her command reverberating off the bloodstained walls. My heart thundered as I took in the chaos. The hall transformed into a nightmarish tableau: broken bodies strewn across the flagstones, heads severed, and crimson pools of blood pooling around fallen soldiers.“Has she forgotten who she’s dealing with?” I spat internally, anger coiling inside. I was not merely a man. I was a rabid vampire warrior fueled by vengeance and duty. I could not let Deluna’s treachery stand.I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the din. “Deluna, face me!” I demanded, halting her advance with my challenge. For a brief, electrifying moment, her eyes widened in astonishment, as if she had not expected me to stand so defiant. It was then that I realized how much our fates