Nicholas p.o.v.
I immediately turned around, blinking my teary eyes at those long golden brown curls, but then I noticed those gleaming blue eyes staring back at me, it was Xenia.
Why had I felt Samara then...and that stupid part of me actually thought that Samara could be here with me, what had I been thinking, she died thirteen years ago...taking my heart with her too.
I had come in front of God cracked wide open by the vile actions of predators and I had vowed to fix it. Why? Because even after one long year of revenge, of killing each and every bishop and cardinal who was responsible for Samara's execution, hunt them in the entire English soul like they had used to hunt their so-called 'witches', I still hadn't found peace, revenge hadn't satisfied me if anything it ripped off my
