-Amber-
I pushed through the crowd, not bothering to be polite. Everything inside me screamed that I needed my mate. Luckily, I soon spotted him and felt a rush of relief wash over me.
I opened my mouth to call out to him when someone else suddenly said my name. “Amber?”
I slowly turned around. Standing before me was a massive vampire, and my heart froze in my chest when I recognized him. His hair was dyed blond, and a scar ran down his cheek—something I hadn’t seen in his portraits before—but there was no mistaking him.
“Dad?” I murmured.
No. No, no, no. It can’t be. He is dead. Ronan killed him. He is dead!
“Not quite,” he replied.
I stared at him, confused, as his dark eyes roamed over my body, making me shiver with disgust. I glanced at Ronan, seeing him still occupied.
“You ce
