"This is it," I muttered, gazing up at the seemingly never-ending staircase ahead of me.
Every step felt heavy as I trudged upward, my feet betraying me as they knew my authentic emotions. Clinging tightly to the railing, I relied on it to keep me steady as I braced myself to confront reality.
If someone were to ask me to reminisce about when I fell in love, it would be impossible to pinpoint a precise moment. At that time, the mere thought of it being with her would have made me laugh. None of this made sense, and now I wasn't even sure if I wanted it to.
She was my everything, my reason for living. I was content with just her presence, and I needed no one else or nothing more. Even if her blood was dangerous, even if it was poison, I would willingly drink it all in one gulp, just to have her be the one who ended me. And I would be proud, knowing that it was she who had slain me. I was nothing without her.
For the first time in my existence, I felt genuine fear. It even surpassed the terror I had experienced when I had become a vampire.
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Only Ice
Vampiro*** Second book in the series. *** Ember had departed from the small town, leaving Zane with an unwavering determination to locate her. He sought help from both friends and strangers, even extending his trust to those who may be untrustworthy. Thro...
