Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

came to rest around her shoulders and she leaned into him.
    He pointed to something. “Look.”
    She frowned and turned towards the window. The sky was lightening. She could just about make out the scenery through the heavily tinted windows. There were mountains in the distance and behind them the sky glowed brightly.
    “Sunrise?” she said and looked at Valentine for confirmation. He nodded. “How is this possible? I mean... why aren’t we—”
    “Affected?” Mia said, cutting her off. “The windows are made from glass that is impregnated with the highest anti-UV film. It is the latest technology produced by the Nocens bloodline. They have invested many years in its creation. The sun cannot penetrate it.”
    “Could you use it in houses?” She looked back at the window again, watching the dim orb as it rose into the sky. She’d never seen a real sunrise. This was probably the closest she would ever get to one.
    “I cannot see why not. I was considering having the mansion windows re-paned with it, but Dmitri sometimes enjoys the sun.”
    “Sometimes, but never enough to risk you, my love.” Dmitri placed his arm around Mia’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to her temple. “When we return, we shall contact the Nocens. What my love wants, my love will have.”
    Prophecy smiled at how sweet Dmitri was when it came to Mia. When she’d first met him, she would never have thought him capable of such tender emotions and gentleness, but he was proving that her original impression of him was wrong. Although he seemed brutal on the exterior, inside he was loyal and fiercely protective. She looked out of the corner of her eye at Valentine. He was watching her rather than the sunrise. He was fiercely protective too. In Paris, he’d gone out of their way to lure the hunter, Caden, out into the open so he could make sure that the man knew never to touch her again. He’d been protective of her from the moment he met her. That’s why he’d saved her. It was his destiny to be with her and his loyalty to his family had been replaced by loyalty to her.
    She wondered how much this upcoming battle would test that loyalty. She didn’t want him to risk his life by attempting to protect her during the fight, but she knew in her heart that he would. Even with the power she commanded, he would still want to keep her safe from harm, even if it meant he got himself hurt. The last thing she wanted was for Valentine to be hurt again because of her. She could protect herself now, and she wished she could tell him that, but there was no way of wording it that wouldn’t make him feel unwanted. She was all he had. He was all she had. She would die to protect him, and her heart told her that he would do the same for her.
    Valentine watched Prophecy press her hand to her chest and frown down at it. He wondered what she was thinking about. The happiness he’d seen in her eyes a few moments ago and her relaxed air had gone, clouded by the heavy thoughts that flitted across her features. He leaned forwards in the seat, resting his elbows on his knees and looking back at her out of the corner of his eye.
    He glanced at Mia and Dmitri. They were huddled close together again, talking about things he had no interest in hearing. He stared out of the window at the rising sun. He could still vividly feel the brush of Prophecy’s tongue against his. He’d been a split-second away from kissing her, had been so lost in being close to her that he’d completely forgotten their company. He’d never felt like this before. He and Lucya had never shared blood in the way he and Prophecy did. Glancing over his shoulder, he stared at the marks on her neck. She’d gone from having none, to having so many. How many times had he bitten her now? He’d lost count. How many times had he wanted to bite her? Many more than he had, that was for sure. He wasn’t sure what made him do it. It wasn’t just the exquisite taste of her blood. It was something else.
    It was a compulsion.
    He felt a constant need for connection between them and it seemed she was the same. He was drawn to her in a way that was impossible to resist. The vision she’d shown him on the train flashed in front of his eyes, giving him an answer to the question he’d been asking himself.
    In the heat of the moment, he’d wanted to claim her.
    He still did.
    The need to exchange blood, to establish a connection via sharing it, was exactly the kind of thing that he’d read about in