Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

graceful smile curving her lips.
    “And you’ll bring them, won’t you? You’re the person Valentine wanted me to see.” She felt his fingers curl around hers.
    Mia nodded. “But not tonight. Tonight, we should not be discussing business.”
    “We need to,” she said. “Time is running out. You’re the princess that Mathias spoke of. You’re the one with a part of the scroll and we need it.”
    Mia hesitated for a moment and then sighed. “I have the half of the scroll you are seeking, but I do not see what good it will do you. The prophecy is black and white, as you would say. Either you will save us, or you will condemn us.”
    “Mathias believes that there is more to it than that. The scroll may tell us things that I need to know in order to fulfil the prophecy.”
    Mia’s eyes moved to rest on Valentine. “You wish to discuss this now? Is there no time for peaceful conversation?”
    He shook his head with an air of regret. Prophecy could see that he had wanted a night away from the burden of what they were facing, but it was a night that she couldn’t give him. Her heart demanded answers and it wouldn’t wait. She needed to see the prophecy that she was at the centre of. She needed to know it was real.
    Mia rose, bowed her head and walked out of the door she had come in through.
    Prophecy watched her go and felt Valentine’s hand leave hers. She looked around at him, her eyes following his every move while he spoke to Dmitri. Sipping her blood, she ignored the tremble of anticipation in the pit of her stomach and tried to remain focused.
    In a few moments, she would finally lay her hands on a part of the manuscript that had foretold her destiny.
    Her gaze roamed over Valentine while he spoke. She didn’t listen to what he was discussing with Dmitri. They were probably just catching up with each other. She let her eyes move wherever they wanted and she found them falling to rest on the scar on his neck.
    Dmitri had done that to him, and in turn, Valentine had seriously injured him. It seemed strange that two people who had once fought against each other were now friends. She smiled and mused that it was even stranger for a Caelestis to be friends with an Aurorea, if they were friends. She couldn’t quite tell what they were to each other. Was she a friend to him, or just a fellow warrior? Was she a woman to be toyed with and discarded, or loved? She narrowed her eyes, scrutinising him where he stood sipping his glass of blood. The mark over her heart itched. She tried to ignore it but it became a steady burn.
    Looking down, she raised her brows when she saw that it was glowing faintly. Did it always do this? She couldn’t remember ever seeing her marks when one of them felt like this one did now. Maybe they always glowed, or maybe it was her thoughts about Valentine that were making it react. She had doubted his feelings for her, and it had began to burn, as though she was wrong for doing so. Pressing her fingers to it, she smiled at the way the glow seemed to be drawn to her fingers.
    She lifted her head when she felt someone watching her and found Valentine staring at her fingers where they still rested against her chest. There was that spark in his eyes again, that fire that made her see that his feelings for her ran deeper than she had at first thought possible. She kept still while his gaze moved over her, rising slowly to rest on her mouth and then finally reaching her eyes. She swallowed. He smiled.
    “Mia may be some time,” Dmitri said. He walked over to the side table and picked up a canister of blood. Carrying it over to her, he refilled her glass. “Time is running out, yes?”
    “Yes,” she said.
    He gave her a grim look. “What time?”
    “I’m sorry?” She frowned.
    “Why is it running out?”
    “There is an army in Romania.” Valentine came to stand next to her and she looked up at him. “Our contact in Venice believes that it will move shortly and it will be coming for us.”
    “You want to head it off?” Dmitri placed the canister down again and stared at the crackling fire. “I have kin in Romania. It is an, what is the word, outpost?”
    Valentine nodded. “You have warriors there, people that can get word to us?”
    “I will send word and they will respond in a day. We will know if this vampire is making an army.”
    “Thank you,” she said and stood up at the exact same moment as the door opened.
    Mia was walking in with her hands held out in front of