"Why are you back Mateo? I thought you-?" I stopped talking when his face glared towards me. "What? That I went back to Hell where I belong?" taking a slow step trapping me between his body and desk. "N-o. I just-" Grabbing my chin hard and bringing it up to look into his dark eyes, Mateo smirked. The dangerous smirk he would give when he was going to do something to hurt someone. Pressing his body on me I hissed from the position we were in. "You are hurting me." "Hurting you?" pulling away but not letting go of my chin. "Oh baby girl." cooing like he used too to antagonize me. Letting my chin go, he caressed my cheek with his fingertips sending chills down my body. The familiar sensation that I thought I would never miss. In a blink of an eye, Mateo had his strong hand behind my neck, my face now a few inches from his menacing one. "Mi Katia... you will know hurt very soon. I have years to make up for the hurt you gave me. I'm taking back what is mine... and this time, no one will stop me." Mateo Sanchez: Handsome, charming, dangerous and vengeful... Katia Solis: Everything he lost and came back to get...

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

All over the news, all over the media. Everyone was looking for her. She was somewhere, dead or alive. When a 16 year old escapes from abduction, luckily with her life, she runs. Losing hope, losing energy, she pounds on the door of the only house with lights still on. She didn't know who the mysterious man that answered was, but he saved her. She trusted Eriq Romanov. He didn't know how, but he now had a beautifully scarred and amnesiac child to return to where ever it is she had come from. With no recollection of how she got here, or who did what to her; The two find themselves tangled together in a web of secrets, scandals and lies as they both move to discover what really happened to Roanoke Fey. Will her new life here with Eriq prove to be a happy ending to her suffering? Probably another Greek tragedy, as the townsfolk begin to keep her their own dirty little secret. And who would have thought that through all the memories and the torture, Roanoke would find herself learning how to fall in love again, even after it was stolen from her by the blurry face in her nightmares.