Margaret
If it were anyone other than Blake, I would not have stood for the sheer volume of fallen vampires that descended on my hideout. It may have been far from the best place I owned, but it was still mine, and I felt a little overrun by prominent members traipsing in and out to speak to our rather irate leader.
The fallout from my attempt to slay William had driven Blake to rally the vampires on our side in order to make a preemptive show of force. He was still livid with me, of that I was certain. He was a logical, methodical man, and didn't appreciate being put under pressure by anyone or anything. But he had not looked past my mistakes, he slept with me for the first time in decades. A punishing rhythm that drilled into me his anger, his frustration, his rage. But it also let me
