A vampire prince, longing for freedom from his father's control, wanders off down in the south on a journey. Jahmir imprisoned by his brother's shadow, unknowingly encounters a witch along the way. Unbeknownst to her, this encounter pushes her into...
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"Clover! Gemma! We're closing early!"
The pair of sisters strode from the back of the store to the front before Clover slid the book back into its rightful place near the bookshelf, approaching their mom in causal attire for the night, consisting of a brown cardigan and a floral dress. Gemma, on the other hand, opted for a more edgy look with ripped jeans and a leather jacket.
"Are you heading out for Mardi Gras, Mom?" Clover asked, her curiosity piqued. Watching their mom give them a tight-lipped smile.
The trio stepped out of the antique store and their mother locked the door behind herself, Lauren faced her daughters.
"I'll be staying in for a festive night, you two need to keep your heads on a swivel," their mom warned, using a stern tone, leading them outside to the sidewalk, the crowd was roaming the street.
"Don't worry Mama, if anything goes down horribly, Micah will do everything in his power to protect us. I hope that he doesn't die either." Gemma asserted nervously, her finger resting under her chin.
"Do you realize that you, Micah, and I have powers, right?" Clover snapped, her tone serious as she glanced over at her sister with concern.
"We've just read the book, Jahmir isn't your typical vampire like in Twilight or other fantasy novels. Their clan is completely unique from the others," Gemma stated in a serious tone, her gaze fixed on her sister.
"Be safe, you two!" Their mom shouted, walking away from them as she snapped her fingers, using her magic, making the crowd part like the Red Sea as if she were Moses in the Bible.
"We will!" Gemma replied, waving goodbye to their mom.
"I know, why does my blood hold some significance for him? He doesn't need to taste my blood either, why me?" Clover asked her, her hands resting on her chest.
"Well, actually there are also signs of a vampire finding a destined mate, first it's a scent which is your blood and then receiving visions of you, lastly, a choice to be his mate." Gemma explained, her eyes scanning the crowd for any signs of her trouble.
