Frankie pov
Power radiated through me as I felt lord mortimers leadership transfer to me. His knowledge and the knowledge of his predecessors passed to me. My mind was in overdrive with the events of the day. I had interacted with my dead husband, whose mind was not the mind of the man I loved. He was replaced by an angry, cold creature who repulsed me. My daughter betrayed me and was betrayed by vampires. I technically died. Mortimer made a mistake giving me his blood. He was preoccupied enough that he hadn't closed off most of his powers from transferring to me. I inherited his strength, power, and memories. He was essentially fighting himself. I knew I needed to outsmart him, so using the moves I saw on wrestling TV shows, I surprised him. Had I not, we would have been fighting for all
