BooksByBellaMarie
Vanity Delano had always loved her reflection. Not just the physical one, though she looked damn good, let's be real but the inner reflection too. The softness under the sharp tongue. The tenderness under the sass.
She was a fighter, a lover, a fashion icon in her own damn right, and now, she was a vampire. A whole different level of bad bitch.
After the blood moon battle, Vanity realized something deep in her soul: she wasn't just a member of the familia. She was a pillar. Dro's rock. The one who could keep everyone laughing through the darkest nights.
As she stood in front of her ornate vanity mirror that night, she ran her fingers through her new caramel blonde hair, platinum highlights shimmering like moonlight. She thought about Dro. Her fated mate, her man, her king, her big softie in a fighter's body.
She thought about Estefania's comforting energy, about Deja's unstoppable confidence, about all the messy jokes and tears they'd shared.
She wasn't just living. She was thriving.
When Dro walked in behind her, planting a soft kiss on her shoulder, she looked up at him through the mirror.
"You good, mi reina?" he asked, voice thick with love.
She smirked. "I'm not just good, papi. I'm ready to show this whole damn world what a real vampire goddess looks like."
He grinned wide. "That's my girl."
Vanity reached back, grabbing his hand, and together they looked into the mirror...two warriors, two lovers, two unstoppable hearts.
The night was young. The family was strong. And Vanity Delano? She was about to step into her own power like never before.