The Pierce sisters escape New York where the most powerful vampires rule over the streets. When they move to Portland to start a normal life with their uncle and his family of hybrid vampires. They girls begin a new life but they soon discover secre...
Six days after our Christmas celebration, the night came for the New Year's Ball. Mama, my sisters, and I were surprised to have received an invite to the ball. I would have much rather spend the night at home or over at Sam's with paperwork would have been my perfect night than that of the ball. I sold at an auction ball, and the last soul I rather not see is a pilgrim witch who is more a bitch than a leader to her new coven. She will be no different than her last leader despite what everyone in the community thinks.
I, for one, know witches of that kind do not change, for their bloodline comes from a specific woman who tormented me since I arrived at her home. For the most part, I was safe from the dangers of the camps. My Master, King Erik, attended the ball with his wife. As good graces to the vampire council of New York gifted me to him. I remembered being gagged and tied up with a red ribbon. With fresh blood stained on my face, it was my mother and sisters' blood. They fought the vampires to stop them from taking me.
The last thing I remember seeing before they took me was Mom being held back by Maximus. He grins while my mother wailed and cried behind his back. My sisters were lying unconscious on the floor, then they closed the crate door they placed me in, and I was left in darkness, not knowing what would happen next.
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Upon seeing my first sight of light, I stupidly busted through the crate door, falling before the knees of my Master. His eyes were what captured me, not his sky blue eyes, but that of a lonely person with many worries. It reminded me of my mother whenever I visit her. She looks off in the distance, almost like she was waiting for someone.
"I've waited for you now you are home." King Erik declared amongst those who were in the room.
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None of them seemed pleased by the King's choice of words. They stared at me in disgust as their King gently places me back on my feet. King Erik is as handsome as is he strong, for he quickly pulled apart my restraints and observed my face. He surprised me as he was not like the men within the camps that stared at me in hunger whenever I walked past them. King Erik saw me as a girl who was alone and afraid, skinny but willing to fight. He would train me in the arts, education, swordsmanship, and Scandinavian culture.
