Aiden’s POV
"Drop the knife, Zachary."
"Drop the sword, Francesca."
She didn't like her middle name but I disliked mine a whole lot more. For personal reasons. Reasons that unfortunately she knew.
She smirked at me and I frowned.
"You won't say sorry, will you?" She whispered and I narrowed my eyes.
"You know better."
"Fine." She huffed and when the sword disappeared from her hand, I dropped my hold on the knife and she caught it before it fell, sheathing it faster than the supernatural eye could even see.
One of the perks of being a pure blood vampire was that there were some other abilities attached.
Aside from our glorious speed, sharpened vision, smell and hearing, ability to procreate unlike those that are turned and some level of resistance to sunlight, s
