The Summit (Part 1)

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Luca's POV
We were on our way to Rome with our private jet. Valeria had been coaxing Damian to eat something since he hardly eaten anything in the morning. While Valeria's mood noticeably brightened after running around with pups for two days, Damian was shutting down. Something was very wrong. I tried to talk to him, but he just kept shaking his head, not wanting to tell the reason of his saddened mood.

"I thought you are Romanian," Damian murmured after he stifled a yawn.

Were on the bedroom that available on the back of my private jet. It would be about seven hours flight, so we chose to snuggled together in the bed. Damian clearly needed some rest.

"I am," I answered him while running my hand through his silky blonde hair, "But we decided to move the kingdom to Rome about 150 years ago, since it was much easier to reach than Romania if our allies decided to visit."

"How can you move the entire kingdom to another country?"

"Well, it's easy actually when we aren't exactly known by society. It wasn't like we had to register as a new organization when we reached the new country. We only had to find some place to say and took care of the paperwork of all the members. But we did it gradually, so human didn't find it suspicious."

Not long after my explanation, soft snore was heard, indicating that Damian had fallen asleep. Valeria and I silently conversed through our bond about what to do with the situation. We were very concerned about Damian. Yet, there was nothing we could do except being there for him.

The pilot voice made Damian jumped in his sleep, informing that we would be landing soon. His eyes fluttered open, looking more rested than before.

"Come one. We need to go to our seat," Valeria whispered softly to Damian, caressing his cheek with her dainty fingers.

"Okay," Damian murmured sleepily.

The three of us silently took our seat and buckled our seatbelt. The landing process itself took about ten minutes. Our crews — that also the members of my coven — helped us for our luggage.

My coven in Rome was much larger that the one in California. They were obligated to run report for me each six months so I could monitor how things work and if there was any problem. The house — or should I say mansion — was also understandably larger compared to the one in California.

"Due bicchieri di sangue, per favore," I said to one of the human maids the moment we entered the house. (Two glasses of blood, please.)

"Mi scuso, Maestro. Ma sei sicuro di aver bisogno solo di due bicchieri?" the maid with slender figure and black raven hair asked, her eyes glanced at Luca and Valeria. (I apologize, Master. But are you certain you only require two glasses?)

"Sì, ne sono certo. L'altro uomo non è un vampiro," I chuckled as the maid's eye widened. (Yes, I'm certain. The other man isn't a vampire.)

She hurriedly went to the kitchen while I sat on the couch in the living room. There were no other vampire than me and Valeria at the moment. I had informed my coven to empty the house until tomorrow morning since we need to settle down first.

"You're so hot when you speak Italian," Damian smirked while laying his head on my lap.

Valeria giggled, saying, "I know, right. You should hear him speak in French too."

"S'il vous plaît, je veux l'entendre," Damian said, making Valeria gasped. (Please, I want to hear it.)

"Tu ne m'as pas dit que tu parlais Français," Valeria exclaimed with wide eyes. (You didn't tell me that you speak French.)

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