Katherine
I open my eyes to a wall of ripped muscle and tattoos, and it takes me a minute to register that I am lying in the arms of my enemy. My Fated; the man I am destined to hate and yet be with for the rest of my life. Funny how life works.
With my head against his chest, I can faintly hear the thudding of his heart, and it confuses me even more that his heart is even beating. Not only that but the slow rise and fall of his chest indicates that he’s actually breathing.
Do Purebloods have a different working anatomy than turned vamps? Well, the fact that Gabriel’s fangs are different from theirs, I would say so.
Swallowing hard, I slowly draw my hand to his inked chest and run my fingers over the artwork. Some of the inscriptions are written in a dead language, while others are in
