RYKER'S POVThe girl was awake.She sat upright on the bed, a half-eaten bowl of oats in her hands. Her face, once pale and lifeless, now carried a hint of color, a stark contrast to the frail state she had been in when they first brought her in. The moment we entered, she stiffened, her grip on the bowl tightening slightly before she hastily placed it on the bedside table. The physician, standing beside her, turned toward us, his eyes bright with excitement."It worked," he breathed, more to himself than to anyone in particular. "I can't believe it worked. Your Majesty, your blood—it's beyond anything I could have ever imagined. If it has the power to reverse the effects of a vampire's bite, then—"“Enough.” My voice was low but firm, cutting through his awe. “The walls have ears, physician. Keep your enthusiasm in check.”He bowed quickly, but his elation was evident, practically making him vibrate where he stood. “Of course, Your Majesty. But this—this is a discovery of a lifetime.
CAMILLA’S POVIf anyone had told me Ryker would be the one to take in a complete stranger, I would have laughed. Yet, here we were. Given the circumstances, I couldn’t blame him. She had nowhere to go, and with Alastair lurking in the shadows, her life was in danger. He wasn’t the type to accept defeat. He wanted her, and he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted.The carriage ride was silent except for the rhythmic clatter of hooves against the dirt road. I sat across from her, studying her expression. Her eyes, hollow and distant, held the weight of everything she had lost. The fire had consumed everything she owned, and now she was forced to abandon the only life she had ever known. How could anyone endure such heartbreak? I tried initiating small talk a few times, but she only responded with nods and half-hearted murmurs. Eventually, I gave up, letting her sit with her thoughts.When we arrived at the palace, she hesitated before stepping out of the carriage, her gaze darting b
CAMILLA’S P.O.V.I couldn’t believe what I was reading. The words seemed almost unreal, and I had to go over them several times to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. It was only a few lines, but they shifted everything—the direction of our entire investigation, our plans, even the safety of those around us. The note said: I met Alastair in the woods today. I was almost caught. We have to be more careful next time. If anyone finds out what we are doing, it could cost us our lives.Alastair. My father knew him. Not just knew him—he was involved with him, doing something secret. I didn’t even know how to process it. My heart sank, and my mind raced. Of course, it all came back to my father. All the secrets, all the mistakes, they were his. And now, I was left to untangle it all, left to deal with the consequences of his actions. In that moment, I couldn’t stop the bitter thought: If only he were still alive. If only he were here to clean up his mess.“I can’t believe this,” Ryker muttered
CAMILLA’S P.O.VThe knock at the door disrupted the quiet of our room. Ryker got up to answer it, and I watched as he exchanged a few words with someone outside. When he returned, his expression was neutral, though I could tell something was off.“What’s going on?” I asked, still feeling a bit groggy.“It was Alara,” he said, a slight shrug of his shoulders. “She was lost, wand wandered too far from the main halls. I told her to ask a guard for directions.”I blinked, trying to shake the remnants of sleep from my mind. "Where are you going?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for any hint of what I might be planning.I didn’t hesitate. “Training,” I replied, knowing the routine well. “I might as well get it over with.”His hesitation was palpable, but he said nothing, allowing me to pass him and head toward the training grounds. Loris was already seated when I arrived, tapping his foot impatiently, his eyes narrowing when he saw me.“Well, well, your Majesty,” he said with a dry chuckl
CAMILLA'S POVI was still reeling from everything I had just learned about Alastair. I had always known he was ancient, but hearing he was the first vampire shook me to my core. How much of his story had my mother known? Was that why she had shared his past with me? There was a part of me that almost felt sorry for him, though. He had lived for centuries without the woman he loved, only to be torn from her forever. The loneliness, the loss—it must have built up so much anger, so much grief. My father’s betrayal had only made things worse. I couldn’t condone Alastair’s actions, but I understood the pain that fueled them.I glanced over at Ryker, unsure of what to do next. His voice broke through my thoughts. “So, how do we move forward?”I blinked, still a little lost in my thoughts. His question was simple, but it felt like there was so much weight on it. “We need to find the night lock,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. I saw him nod, urging me to continue. “Then we need to
CAMILLA'S POVI had been holed up in my office for hours, the walls closing in on me. The air was thick, heavy with the weight of too many thoughts. As the evening sun began to dip low, I couldn't bear the stillness any longer. I stood up, stretching my stiff limbs, and decided to step outside, hoping the cool evening air would clear my mind.The garden was peaceful, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. But I hadn’t expected to find Ryker there. He was sitting in front of the fountain, staring into the water as if lost in his own world. The moment he saw me, he looked up, his face lighting up with a smile that made my heart ache. Without a word, he gestured for me to come closer. As soon as I reached him, he pulled me into the space beside him, tucking me under his arm."We shouldn’t be out here," I whispered, glancing around. The thought of someone seeing us made me uneasy, but Ryker just shrugged, his calm demeanor unshaken."We have a direct path to the woods," he said casually, "T
CAMILLA'S P.O.VThe moment I heard the crackling of leaves beneath footsteps, I instinctively raised my hand, signaling the guards to halt. "No, don't move," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. "He's not a threat to me."One of the guards hesitated, but I saw the doubt in his eyes. Alastair smirked, his voice cold yet laced with a dangerous humor. "Oh, but I can still bite them. You know, just because you trust me doesn’t mean I’m incapable of causing harm." He flicked his hand toward the guards. "At least, that’s how I see it. The moment you falter, when your blood starts to drain more than you can handle... that’s when it gets interesting."My stomach churned at the thought, but I steadied myself and met his gaze. "What do you want, Alastair?"His smile softened, an eerie calm taking over his features. "From you? Nothing, really. I’m just... curious.""Curious about what?"He cocked his head slightly, as though the question was obvious. "Why them? Why you? I’ve heard the stories,
RYKER’S P.O.V.Camilla had just finished getting ready, and we were preparing to take Audrey to her new school. My thoughts were swirling, mostly about the safety of my daughter in this unknown environment. The school was simple in appearance—two stories, with a tall wall surrounding it that I knew would be difficult to scale. Guards were stationed at every entrance, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a slight easing of the worry that had been gnawing at me. Audrey had taken my hand, her small fingers gripping mine tightly, and when I looked down at her, I gave her a reassuring smile. She looked up at me, her lips curving into a tiny but sweet smile of her own.The headmistress stood waiting in front of the school, a woman in her mid-forties with a warm, welcoming smile. Her hair was neatly tied in a bun at the nape of her neck, and she wore a long pleated skirt with a white blouse, exuding an aura of calm and kindness. She looked like the kind of person I could trust arou
Camilla could barely contain her anticipation. The moment they stepped into the house, she and Ryker rushed up the stairs, their only source of light a dimly flickering lamp. The wooden box sat on the bed between them, its lock gleaming under the glow. Her fingers trembled as she slid the key into place. A click echoed in the silent room, and the lid creaked open.Her breath caught in her throat.She had feared that time and the elements would have reduced the contents to dust, but to her astonishment, the bound stack of letters was pristine—almost as if someone had placed them there just days ago. Slowly, she untied the ribbon binding the pages together. Her heart lurched when she read the first words.*To my daughter.*Not her name, but the words still sent a shiver through her.She turned to Ryker, brows furrowed. “It’s addressed to me.”He leaned closer, peering at the paper before glancing up with a shrug. “Only one way to find out what he had to say.”As she lifted the lamp, its
**CAMILLA'S P.O.V**A sharp tremor wracked my body as I sucked in a shallow, uneven breath. My knees threatened to give out beneath me, but all I could think about was my daughter, cradled in my arms. I clung to her desperately, unwilling to let go even as the world around me blurred. I barely registered Ryker appearing beside me, his arms slipping around Aurora before I collapsed. The moment Briggs' grip loosened, the unbearable pressure in my chest eased, and I gasped, greedily sucking in air as if I'd been drowning.“Are you alright?” Briggs’ voice reached me, laced with concern. He moved toward me, his hands outstretched, but I flinched back, my reaction sharper than I intended. He hesitated, brows furrowing in confusion. “Did I do something wrong? Do you need me to get something for you?”I knew this wasn’t his fault. He looked as baffled as I felt. But I couldn’t afford to risk another wave of that unbearable sensation. If it happened again, I was certain I’d lose consciousness.
CAMILLA’S P.O.VA violent shudder wracked my body as I struggled to steady my breath. My grip on my daughter tightened, fear coursing through me like a relentless tide. I couldn’t drop her. No matter what was happening to me, I had to keep holding on.I barely registered Ryker appearing at my side, his presence swift and sure. He took Aurora from my arms, his touch gentle, and the moment she left my grasp, my knees buckled. I collapsed, gasping as the crushing weight that had been suffocating me lifted. My limbs felt hollow, drained of all strength as if I had been fighting against something invisible yet suffocating.Briggs’ hands had been on me just moments ago. How long? Seconds? Minutes? It had felt like an eternity.“Camilla?” His voice was uncertain, edged with concern. “Are you alright?” He reached for me again, but I flinched away, my reaction more forceful than I intended.Briggs hesitated, his brows furrowing. “Did I do something? Do you need—?”“No,” I rasped, cutting him o
CAMILLA’S P.O.VRyker had convinced me it would be better to wait until the kids were asleep before digging, so I spent the entire evening restless. My skin itched with anticipation, my mind spinning with possibilities. What could my father have hidden? He was frustrating in many ways, but his treasure hunts had always been clever, almost addicting. If this had happened at a different time—when an enemy wasn’t lurking in the shadows—I might have actually enjoyed the challenge.I just prayed that whatever lay beneath that tree wasn’t another one of his messes waiting to explode in my face.Once both kids were tucked in their beds, their peaceful breathing filling the quiet house, I kissed their foreheads and hurried outside. Ryker was already waiting, holding a lamp in one hand and a shovel in the other, his expression unreadable. While excitement coursed through me, he was only here for my sake."You don't have to do this," I whispered, hesitant. "It's late, and for all we know, this
Camilla’s POVThe estate was grander than I’d imagined. The moment I stepped inside, reality set in—my father never did anything halfway. This might have been his retreat, but he spared no expense making it as luxurious as possible. The crystal chandeliers sparkled above, casting a golden glow over the polished marble floors. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, and velvet drapes framed the tall windows, letting in the soft glow of the evening sun. It was a stark reminder of the wealth he wielded, the power he once held.We washed away the exhaustion of the palace, exchanging travel-worn clothes for fresh, soft fabrics that smelled of lavender and something faintly familiar—like home, but not quite. I exhaled, and for the first time in what felt like years, my lungs expanded fully. There was a lightness in the air here, something almost intoxicating. Was it freedom? Or just an illusion of it?Dinner was a quiet affair, the kind that settles into your bones and warms you from the inside.
CAMILLA’S P.O.VI sat in stunned silence, barely processing what had just happened. Ryker had planned everything. Every single detail had already been arranged. The only thing left was for us to leave.A vacation. We desperately needed one, but I hadn't expected him to take matters into his own hands. It wasn’t like we ever had the luxury of peace, not with everything we had endured.The carriage rocked gently as it rolled away from the palace, and despite myself, I felt a tinge of excitement. My feet bounced slightly against the wooden floorboards, a telltale sign of my anticipation. Across from us, Audrey sat with her small hands gripping the edge of her seat, her eyes darting toward the window. In Ryker’s arms, Aurora lay nestled against his chest, her tiny breaths even and peaceful.“Where are we going, Mommy?” Audrey’s soft voice pulled me from my thoughts. Her brows furrowed as she peered outside, recognition flickering in her eyes. “This road looks familiar… like the one we too
RYKER'S POVThere was always a voice in the back of my head—relentless, nagging, a constant reminder that I should be doing something more productive. It never left me, not even for a second. Maybe because, unlike most children, I never had the luxury of lazy days or the freedom to do nothing. My life had been an endless cycle of lessons, training, and expectations. There was always something I didn’t do well enough, something I needed to perfect, something my father drilled into me with an iron will.And even though he had been gone for years—longer than I cared to count—the weight of his influence still clung to me, refusing to loosen its grip.I exhaled, pushing the thoughts aside as I sat up in bed, my gaze settling on Camilla. She moved around the room effortlessly, wrapped in nothing but our tangled sheets. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, messy from sleep but still perfect in a way that made my chest tighten. She wasn’t trying to tease me, I knew that. But go
CAMILLA’S POVAs per tradition, we couldn’t leave until the place was completely cleared. It was a long-standing rule—one we had followed for years. Only when the last person had returned to their home and the executioner had carried the body away did we dare to step forward.I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, refusing to look. I knew if I did, nausea would overwhelm me. My stomach was already twisted into painful knots, my throat dry as if it had been scorched. I wanted to convince myself that I didn’t care, that this was just another consequence of a cruel world. But deep down, I knew the truth—I still had a softness in me, one that Ryker didn’t share.Unlike him, I believed that if fate had been kinder, if circumstances had been different, she might have been, too.Ryker’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.“Everything’s been cleared out.”I swallowed hard and forced myself to glance up. The guillotine stood tall against the darkening sky, its blade gleaming with fresh blood. The g
CAMILLA’S POVThe sun was beginning to dip beyond the palace walls, casting golden streaks across the sky as Ryker and I strolled through the grounds. The afternoon had been peaceful, just the two of us walking aimlessly, enjoying the rare quiet moments in our otherwise chaotic lives. But eventually, duty called, and we decided to pick Audrey up from school ourselves.The second she spotted us, her shriek nearly shattered my eardrums.“Mama! Papa!” She came running at full speed, her tiny feet barely touching the ground as she launched herself into my arms. I caught her with a laugh, staggering slightly under her enthusiasm.“I missed you!” she declared, squeezing my neck as though she never wanted to let go.“We were only gone for a few hours,” I reminded her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.“That’s forever!” she argued, her voice muffled against my shoulder.Ryker chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Did you have a good day at school?”That was all the encouragement she needed. Fro