Almara’s PovWe manage to escape on the outskirts of town. We interweaved in and out of alleys, kept a low profile, and moved quick on our feet. A few times passersby stopped and lingered to give us a hard stare, but ultimately gave up.Somewhere along out route, I came to the realization the reason the vampires are plundering in society and could never defeat us in battle is they lack one of the most vital assets of what it means to be a community: unity.Sure, the vampires hate us simpl
Almara’s PovAfter being far enough away from the vampire territory, we haul a cab. We take the long ride to gather our thoughts and massage our aching muscles, or in Robert’s case his throbbing shoulder.Though he wasn’t bit which is the important part, that wound is going to need to be cleaned or he’ll risk a serious infection- even if he insists he’s fine. We ride the rest of the way in silence, the sun coming to a close behind us.We finally reach home. I excep
Almara’s PovI’ve been to Bess’s shop numerous times and not once have I felt this cold presence that I do now. This flower shop is usually a sweet escape into a lush land that’s vibrant with colors, buzzing with life, and radiating warmth.Though now somehow that same place, even though it looks exactly the same, has been replaced with a cold distance. As if the flowers know their caretaker is in trouble and they’re wilting away in spirit. The usual bright lights that shine in radiance is now harsh on the eyes. The aroma of fresh dirt and flower
Almara’s PovRobert and I return home, empty handed once again. We step into the living room and I must say I’m a bit relieved to see it’s empty. I assume Roman is upstairs sleeping, I just can’t handle another hopeful look in his eye only to dim when we have to tell him we don’t have the potion, yet.It pains me just as much as I’m sure it pains him. I ascend up the long stairwell using the curved railing for support. I need to see Grace. I crack open the door and step into her nursery. The room is a shade of dust rose with painted clouds
Almara’s PovI’ve mostly come to terms with the very real possibility that Arthur is going to die, or so I keep trying to convince myself that I have.As of now he rests on this white armchair, cradling him the way I hold Grace in my arms. I’ve been watching as his breathing has become more and more shallow, his skin more and more cold no matter how many thick blankets I layer on top of him.I lay my head on his chest and listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart, until I
Almara’s PovMorning comes gracefully. For the first time in what seems like a lifetime, the break of daylight doesn’t feel like another pressuring race against the clock. Instead, I get the sense that this is a fresh start.I’m about to roll over and face Arthur and gently wake him up with a thousand soft kisses, but at the moment I move I feel his strong arm wrap around my hips and pull me into his side. He spoons me and nestles his face into my hair. He takes a long breath in and I press back into him.
Almara’s Pov“What did you just say?” I can’t even hear my own words through the shock running through my system. I see Cathy move her lips, but my ears are ringing as if a bomb just internally imploded inside me. I look at Arthur and he’s just as bewildered as I am.I grab for the couch, something to steady myself. “You risked your life for Arthur, for our family and that’s how you want to be repaid?” I ask making sure I understand the ridiculousness of her request.
Almara’s PovLater that same day Roman, Arthur, and I are compiled into a stuff waiting room at the local inmate holding center in vampire territory. I can’t help but compare the drastic change in how the day started to where it ended up.I blow some hair out of my face and shift in the cold metallic chair. Arthur puts a comforting, and protective, arm around my shoulder. Roman stands up, arms crossed, and refuses to back down from this staring contest with another potential inmate whose seated in the corner.The waiting room is exactly as I expected it to be; gray, cold, and small. The center is just on the outskirts of town, but it seems as if everyone left the town to come hurl obscenities as we arrived on the scene. The media also made the journey, shoving mics in our face and feigning care for Bess.Roman has his own body guard accompany us knowing the Council of Bloody Hollow would offer no sort of protection. It’s been thirty minutes since we notified the pale creature behind t