"I am here", Countess Bloodstone said, as she sipped blood Wine. She drank, savoring the taste. Wine, for her was almost as exciting as draining the blood of a virgin girl.
Nonetheless, she was alive.
"To my husband Count Bloodstone!" Countess Bloodstone said, and cried. She didn't mourn all that often now; she mourned in private...away from everyone.
And now it was over.
And tomorrow would be a new beginning.
And for the Countess, she was glad that a new darkness was on the horizon. For she would resume her anger against the Carnavan Family...and a rivalry that proved, in the end, not to be over.
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THE VAMPIRES OF MIST GATE (BOOK FIVE)
HorreurIn 1825, a year later, Simon is trying to get over Gemma's revelation as a killer, while Countess Bloodstone vows revenge for her husband's death, while the assassins continue to murder. And Elizabeth and Mary's blood and magick lusts turn to traged...
