Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

she was facing him where they sat on the back seat of the limousine. Dmitri and Mia occupied the wide seat that was directly behind the driver’s window opposite them.
    She glanced at them. They were sitting close together. Mia was so close to Dmitri that she was almost on his lap. She couldn’t hear what they were saying to each other. Their heads were constantly bent towards each other, their eyes sparkling while the other whispered in their ear. She wished that she was that close to Valentine.
    Her eyes dropped to the distance between them and the way she was sitting with her hands neatly laid in her lap while he leaned back against the seat, his arm resting along the back of it. She wondered how he’d react if she moved closer to him, as close as Mia was to Dmitri. He wouldn’t push her away, she knew that much.
    She shuffled a little closer, closing the gap down to around two feet.
    “I chose the method of transport that was fastest and most reliable. A train can go faster than a car and is less likely to get stuck in traffic or pulled over for breaking the speed limit.”
    She shrugged. “We could’ve just killed whoever pulled us over.”
    He shook his head and smiled. “But we could not kill traffic.”
    “I can’t drive.” She dropped her gaze to the floor and stared at Mia’s foot where it was toying with Dmitri’s. Mia ran it up his leg, caressing him. Prophecy didn’t want to imagine how Valentine would react if she did that. The sight of Mia and Dmitri’s intimate gestures made her think about her feelings for Valentine and how she could act on them without coming across as a complete amateur. Everything she knew, she’d learnt from movies and television programmes. She didn’t know the right moves, didn’t know how to kiss him. She was getting tired of waiting for him to show her how it was done. She smiled when she remembered her vision. It wasn’t long now until they made it to Romania and he was going to kiss her in the valley. He was destined to.
    “I did not think you could. I can see this is your first time in a car.” He reached out and gently caught her chin, bringing her face around until their eyes met. “What are you thinking in there?”
    Her eyes were wide and she swore her skin felt hot where his fingers were lightly resting against it. She shakily raised her hand and took hold of his, wrapping her fingers about it and letting the tips of them caress his palm. He frowned for a second, as though he was trying to figure out what she was up to, and then his eyes dropped to her mouth. She swallowed hard and parted her lips, letting her tongue sweep along her lower one.
    She lowered his hand, holding it by her chest while she stared into his eyes. His gaze moved from her mouth to meet hers. There was fire in their green depths again, passion that she had stirred by doing nothing more than taking hold of his hand. Moving closer to him, her knee knocked against his. She smiled awkwardly, feeling clumsy. His lips reflected her smile and his eyes narrowed tenderly. She started when his hand closed around hers and pulled her closer still.
    Averting her gaze, she stared at his neck and the marks she’d placed on him. They had healed, but she could still see them. Her fangs itched and tried to descend. She wanted to taste him again, wanted his strong blood flowing through her veins. Leaning towards him, she noted the way he released her hand and raised his jaw, as though he knew what she wanted and wasn’t going to refuse her.
    Her stomach and chest tightened when she edged closer to his neck. She glanced up at his face and found he was watching her, but he showed no sign of stopping her. He looked down towards his shoulder and she took it as a silent giving of permission.
    Darting her tongue out when she reached his throat, she ran it over the mark she’d previously placed on him and closed her eyes. His skin tasted divine and she could smell the rich scent of his blood. Her fangs descended and her eyes switched to their emerald state. She lightly scraped his skin with her right incisor, listening to his sharp intake of breath and feeling thrilled when his hand closed around her wrist and held her tightly. She licked at the small wound she’d created. The sharp metallic tang of blood filled her senses, blocking out everything but Valentine. She placed her free hand on his bicep, holding him while he held her. She nipped at him again, deeper this time, and was rewarded by