Viktor
Nadia Dyer was as dangerous to me as a stake to the heart.
Or she should be.
When I promised Serene I would protect her granddaughter after her passing, the witch told me everything I needed to know about the girl’s power.
My pact with the Dyer witches made me their familiar. To free myself and my brothers from the torture of our creator, I swore with my blood that I would serve them when needed and protect them from evil.
Which meant that Arcano, Serene’s black cat, and I were now the only ones who could touch Nadia.
My fingers and my mouth brushed against her skin, and nothing burned me. There was no pain tearing through my bones. All I felt was the warmth of her body radiating into me. A small shiver running down her spine. The sigh that escaped her lips.
Other than that,
