You would think having lived a hundred and thirty-four years, she would have her life together, but Arabella had everything, but her life sorted out. Granted only a hundred and fourteen of those years she could count. Before she was a vampire, she hadn’t even really experienced the world. She had just turned twenty-two the night of her death and rebirth. She hadn’t experienced anything. Maximus had taught her a great many things, but being independent and self-sufficient was not one of those things. He had been so determined to keep her locked away and “safe”, as he always called it, he stifled her. When she left and was banished from the family, that’s when she truly began to live, to learn how to be on her own, to truly survive. She had thought she was finally getting the hang of adultin
