Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

ensure that we were not followed and then we will travel on to England.”
    “Followed?” She regarded him with curiosity. “You think they’ll follow us so quickly?”
    “Not them, no, but a hunter may. I was looking for him when I found you in the cemetery. I have reason to believe that he is in Prague, and he is looking for me. Most hunters are easily dispatched but this is one you should fear.”
    “Are we not safe from anyone?”
    “No, not any more.” He lightly touched her bare shoulder and she fought to conceal the warm shiver it sent through her. He intimated the blankets he’d laid out in one corner. “Rest. You will need your strength. The Hunger is only going to get worse.”
    She did as instructed and lay down on the makeshift bed. Closing her eyes, she thought about everything, from the prophecy to the way his touch felt electric. She couldn’t sleep. She could sense him still watching her, standing sentinel beside the door and obviously not intending to sleep himself.
    She was going to destroy all demons.
    Her family had joined forces with their enemy to hunt her down.
    She was no longer safe from anyone.
    But she was now certain of something.
    All that stood between her and death was the vampire who should have been her executioner.

Chapter 6
    Prophecy shifted in her seat, tugging at her clothes and the belt across her waist. She struggled to breathe. Everything felt too tight, irritating. She pulled at the belt again and growled underneath her breath. She wriggled closer to Valentine, who was sitting beside the window of the plane with the blind pulled down. He gave her a dark look and she knew that he wanted her to distance herself from him.
    They were near the wing of the plane and the seat nearest the aisle was empty. She wished that Valentine had the blind open so she could see the night. The closeness of the people around her was making her feel as though she was suffocating. She was barely keeping control of herself as she breathed in all their intoxicating scents. She could hear every heartbeat, could smell their blood as it coursed through their veins, could almost feel it. She dug her fingertips into the arms of her seat, gripping it tightly. She clenched her jaw and resisted the desire to shift into her vampire guise and kill every person on the plane, drinking her fill until the hunger inside of her was sated.
    The blood of her first kill was nearly gone, leaving her with an intense craving for more. Valentine had already had to stop her from getting out of her seat three times. She knew he didn’t trust her.
    Her head came to rest against his shoulder as the plane banked and she didn’t have the energy to remove it. She felt as though she wasn’t going to make it through the flight let alone what the future held for her. Everything was so overwhelming and frightening. The hours she’d had to reflect on what she’d been told hadn’t helped in the slightest. She still felt as though her fear and the sense of emptiness inside her were going to consume her.
    She still didn’t know whether she should trust him.
    It felt so wrong to be next to him, to be leaving with him to some foreign land. It went against everything, against the laws that had been laid down for good reason. She shouldn’t be this close to someone of another bloodline. She shouldn’t feel like she could trust him.
    But she was, and she did.
    She leaned into him as her stomach twisted and her teeth itched, desperate to descend. He tensed and she took a deep breath, taking in the rich scent of his blood. It seemed to soothe the Hunger and take the edge off her fear, but left her with an intense desire to get closer to him.
    Her fingers twitched relentlessly while she edged them up towards his collar. Her breathing became heavy. She wet her lips and stared at his throat.
    “I do not recommend it. You would not like the visions it would bring.”
    She hastily withdrew her hand and tried to look innocent as he raised a brow at her.
    Valentine looked at her. She stared back at him with wide eyes. He tried but couldn’t erase the feeling of her breath against his neck or the quiet thrill that had run through him when he’d realised what she’d wanted to do. She wasn’t ready for drinking vampire blood, especially if it came from one his age. Besides, he didn’t want her to see the things he’d done. She’d never trust him if she saw those, and he needed her to trust him.
    She curled up on the seat, her