Viktor
Contrary to popular belief, we vampires can sleep.
When we fell asleep, it was like the sleep of death, an absolute absence of senses. Our body found more comfort in a coffin, like any corpse, and shut down. Wrapped in soft velvet and silent solid wood, nothing could disturb me.
But that dawn, I was torn from that stillness by a call.
Her scent filled my senses. Coconut oil, cinnamon, and magic, burning and sweet on the tip of my tongue like thick honey.
That was how I knew Nadia Dyer was in danger and needed my help.
As I approached the worn iron gate, something in the atmosphere changed. The air there was putrid; it smelled of sulfur. And I had heard enough stories from my creator to know what that odor brought with it.
That property had been invaded by something that shoul
