Dorian's POV
I sat in my study, going over some of the recent attacks that were similar to attacks I had seen multiple times. I knew he was starting up again. Was he doing this as a way to get our attention, or was he desperate for supplies and bloodlust?
I threw the thick folder on the desk in front of me and kicked my feet up on the desk, leaning back in my chair. I clasped my hands over my stomach and closed my eyes, which of course drifted to the one thing I couldn't have.
Mihaela.
If only she would have spoken to me that night I went to her house.
I opened my eyes, not wanting to drift into the darkness of what consumes me when I let my mind drift too far.
She didn't know what types of lineage ran through her veins, but I did.
And I couldn't wait until she uncovered everything.
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