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“Hey, Daisy.” She half said, half yawned. Her shoulder length hair looked even shorter with how messy it was from sleep. Catching me eyeing her disheveled appearance, she nodded. “…my life is forever going to be erratic sleep schedules and emergency naps…a werewolf on a vampire’s schedule, lovely.”
“See, she’s in a good mood.” I nodded in her direction, which was currently hovering around the coffee pot in the kitchen.
“She’s in a good mood because she just woke up. I have yet to be asleep and the sun-dweller that lives in this house think’s it’s funny to leave curtain’s open in the middle of the day.” His voice lowered and his jaw clenched so hard I was certain he’d crack a tooth.
Breyona’s voice could be heard from the kitchen, “did you just call me a d**n sun- dweller?”
She poked her head out of the kitchen and glared daggers at Tristan before turning to Nolan and me,
“…I only did it on purpose the first time. Second time was an accident, but he had to wait four hours to use the bathroom since Gio was also asleep.”
“Doesn’t matter, keep them closed.” Tristan scowled and stormed towards the two of us.
I heard Breyona mutter something about ‘enjoying natural light’ before slipping back into the kitchen.
The rest of what she said fell on deaf ears since I was currently focused on the sketch book in Tristan’s hand. He tossed it on the kitchen table with a thud and opened it a few pages in.
“Holly had a dream about this place last night. Woke up around 10pm and drew this. The only reason she spoke up about it is because she saw your brother’s car out front of the place.”
“How does Holly know what my brother’s car looks like?” Nolan asked, darkness tainting his voice as it always did when Brandon was involved.
Again I had that nagging feelingthat budding curiosity that made me want to know the cause for all that tension between two brothers.
“Your brother stopped by a few days ago, in the middle of the night.” Tristan and Nolan’s unamused looks were nearly identical, even with their different facial structures. “Here I thought you were the most insufferable creature I’ve ever met, and this drunken idiot comes along wanting to see a real-life vampire. I would’ve drained him dry if I wasn’t worried about alcohol p*******g.”
“Tristan, you remember what we talked about? You can’t threaten people after you try to compliment them.” Breyona shouted from the kitchen. Her voice carried the mouth- watering scent of freshly brewed coffee.
“It was one time, and I’m not complimenting him.” He grunted, his sky-blue eyes darkening with storm clouds.
“Three times. It was three times.”
Tristan pinched the bridge of his nose and whipped his head towards the kitchen where Breyona’s soft humming emerged.
“I apologized.” Was all he said, his eyes daring her to reply even though she was too far in the kitchen to see.
Regardless, I knew she wouldn’t disappoint.
She shouted back, “…that’s debatable, you brought me a coffee.”
“You looked tired.” He deadpanned.
She snorted, “tired was not the word you used.”
“Semantics.” He waved his hand angrily and spun the sketch book around, clearly running on fumes in terms of patience.
He turned the book our way, and instantly the rough splotches and slashes of charcoal were familiar.
Fine lines made up the smaller details, like the lamp posts, sidewalks, and barren street. While
Brandon’s car wasn’t in the drawing, there was something a bit more concerning I noticed. The little brick building that sat on the corner was identical to the one he dragged me to just hours ago, the one we had chased Clara throughonly there were a few differences.
Not only were the windows shattered and the ceiling caved in, but a jagged crack ran down the wall giving a glimpse at the inside of the building, which was nothing more than an empty shell.
Tristan stalked off once Giovanni came downstairs, not giving the vampire so much as a glance. Clearly things were still tense between the two, but that was something they’d have to figure out on their own.
‘We need to talk to Brandon and Clara about this.’ I told Nolan through mind-link, ‘it’s no coincidence the place is destroyed hours after we left.’
“This…” Giovanni’s gravely voice filled the air. In his arms was a thick leatherbound book. The pages were stained, but it was in surprisingly good condition. “…took a lot of convincing to get my hands on.”
My best-friend hovered nearby, always glowing whenever he was in the room. I looked up at him, taking in his mountainous physique and curly hair. Thick brows hung low over eyes so dark they looked black. The connection between myself and the vampires under my rule wasn’t as strong as an Alpha and his pack, but I could tell there was something Giovanni wanted to say.
“The vampire’s you got this from, have they made up their minds?” I asked, thinking back to when I made the choice that allowed these vampires the chance to think without the influence of my father clouding their judgements.
What solidified my choice even more was that Nolan never once objected to my ideas or my vision for the future. His only connection to the vampire’s is through me, but he was still looking out for them in what ways he could.
It had taken a couple months, but after the d***h of my father Nolan purchased a large sum of land just south of the pack boarders. Our plan was to build houses, provide jobs and clinics that could replace the need to hunt humans. Vampires would be welcome there, but only with the understanding that my father and his arcane ideals were of the past.
With time and the cooperation of the entire pack, we would accept vampires onto our lands and finally redeem ourselves from the bloodshed and mistakes of the past.
The witches currently gunning for my head, that put a kink in things.
“They’re close…” Giovanni nodded slowly; his blank expression unwavering. I was going to throw a
‘but’ in there, but thankfully Breyona beat me to it. “…they want to meet you.”
Nolan’s response was instant, as was my reaction to his response.
“Absolutely not.” The golden tones in his eyes fell flat and his jaw clenched hard enough to make
Breyona wince.
“Excuse me?” I lifted an eyebrow at my mate, digging my fingers into my hips as I waited patiently for his response. Out the corner of my eye I could see Breyona backing away, tugging Giovanni to get him to follow. I narrowed my eyes at her, “Don’t even think about running.”
“It’s dangerous, Daisy. There’s been two attempts on your life so far, and those are only the ones we know of. Are you going to meet with every vampire family that contemplates switching sides?” I watched as his nostrils flared and the beast that hid beneath his skin stirred.
Arguing was something Nolan and I had done from the beginning. His rage didn’t faze me, and neither did his hot-headed wolf. He had a point; I know he did, but things were more complicated than that.
“This thing between us and the witches cannot get in the way of the progress Tristan and Giovanni are making with the vampires. How can I expect them to trust us and come to our side when they haven’t even seen my face? How can I expect them to call me their Queen when I haven’t made the effort to act like one?” I replied, hoping he could see that for once, I wasn’t trying to be argumentative.
When he snarled and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, I knew he understood.
Nolan would risk his own life ten times over for his pack, and I needed to prove I’d do the same for the vampires. If we were ever going to end the feuding between our kinds, we needed to stop treating the vampires like pariah and give the same support to them as we would our own packs.
“Think you can set up a meeting with them after I get this binding spell removed?” I asked Giovanni, who nodded confidently.
It could’ve been my imagination, but I swore I saw a flash of pride cross his face. Even as it left his face, it lingered in his eyes. As I thought back to the land Nolan had purchased and the construction that finally under way, a thought popped into my head. It had a slim chance of working out, but it was worth a try.
“On second thought, if there are other vampires who are thinking about switching sides, invite them too.
I know this isn’t fair to ask of you but try to keep this meet-up as quiet as possible. The last thing we want is supporters of the late King showing up.” I said with just a hint of sarcasm, and a heavy dose of contempt for the vampires that had rallied against me.
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