Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

werewolves didn’t need to drink blood. They were still mostly human after all. Her gaze roamed up his chest to his face and she found herself staring at the scar again. It was a thick ridge of tissue that ran diagonally across his eye, from his forehead above his nose to his ear. A thinner line mirrored it an inch away, nearer his temple. The scar ran over his eyelid, making that eye open less than his other one. When his gaze moved to meet hers, she quickly looked away and toyed with the glass of blood she held.
    He laughed, a deep booming sound that resonated off the thick stone walls.
    She kept her eyes fixed on the floor and idly ran her finger around the rim of her glass, trying to look as though she didn’t know what he was laughing at.
    He was laughing at her.
    He’d caught her staring at him about a dozen times now, and after the sixth time it had obviously begun to amuse him because he’d started laughing.
    She forced herself to look at her surroundings. They were very different to the room they had first entered the house through. The drawing room was richly furnished with soft padded couches that looked as though they were older than Valentine. The walls had been plastered and painted a warm shade of red. There was a massive painting of Dmitri and Mia hanging above the extensive fireplace. When she’d first noticed it, she’d expected it to be a painting like so many older houses had—the happy couple dressed in their finery and posing in front of their house. It wasn’t. It was a painting of a battle with Dmitri and Mia both in their demonic form. There was layer upon layer of detail, from the distant castle, over the mass of warriors that all looked as though they were fighting for their lives, through to the couple where they were locked in battle.
    She peered closely at the figure of Dmitri and wondered if it was possible to see his scar when he was in his werewolf guise. She turned, frowning at him.
    He laughed again.
    “Your woman seems interested in me.”
    Valentine just smiled.
    “I am not.” She walked over to a chair and was going to sit but changed her mind and smoothed down her clothes instead. She caught Dmitri grinning at her.
    “The one responsible was hurt more.”
    His deep voice sent a shiver down her spine and she tried to imagine how much worse his opponent had been injured. Her eyes widened and she looked at Valentine. He was smiling at Dmitri, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Their figures were so different that she couldn’t imagine Valentine winning against Dmitri. He was so slim, less than half the size of Dmitri and around a foot shorter too. Dmitri would be an imposing figure when in werewolf form, but she knew that Valentine had strength beyond his appearance. She’d seen him fight. He was resourceful, quick and strong. She had never met one as strong as him.
    “I went easy on you,” Valentine said and refilled his glass. “I knew the lady you were courting would have had my head if I’d taken your eye.”
    “Would I have?” Mia said, walking in.
    Prophecy looked over at her and followed her progress. She seemed to do everything with an air of precision. She walked with her head held high, her lips curving perfectly into a smile and her back straight. Her steps were small and measured, demure.
    She realised that Mia was the princess that Mathias had spoken of. Was she also the person who would be able to unlock her memories?
    Mia trailed her hands over Dmitri’s shoulders and pressed a delicate kiss to his cheek when he stooped towards her.
    Her gaze moved to Valentine and she found him watching her. She wanted to go to him. She wanted to feel his arms about her again, holding her body against his while his lips coursed over her skin. She wanted to know that everything between them was all right again.
    She averted her eyes when he began walking towards her and closed them when he placed two fingers under her chin. She didn’t resist him when he raised her head. Her skin hummed with delight when his cheek brushed against hers and his lips touched her ear.
    “I am sorry,” he whispered. “Forgive me?”
    She leaned into him and wrapped her fingers around his wrist. They interlocked with his when he released her chin and he held her hand tightly. She kept her eyes closed and brought her mouth to his ear. She tried to think of something to say that would tell him how truly forgiven he was, but nothing came to her.
    Instead, she pressed a small kiss to