Now that I'm standing f w inches taller than Munro, I narrow my eyes at him making him lower his little bit and don't back down. Just like the typical Munro would. He doesn't back down no matter what. We always go head to head whenever we are fighting. Another reason why I think this guy here is now Munro.
But how on earth did that happen? How long has he been alive without my knowledge? Did he want me to know? Has he been the one ruling over the vampires for the whole decades I thought him dead? The whole time I have mourned and blamed myself for making things go wrong? For not being there for him?
I stood frozen, my gaze locked on the figure before me. The world seemed to shift on its axis as Munro, my cousin presumed dead for decades, stood there, embodying an eerie blend of the supe
