King Sergei
The moment I scented his blood, I knew it. He was not an ordinary vampire; he had royal blood, my lineage. The moment I tasted a drop of his blood, I could go back several years and trace the type of life he had lived, where he came from, but the only thing I could see was white walls, lab coats, and a simple bedroom that was more of a cage than a bedroom.
I had to know, I had to see it for myself, so I took another blood, before I could come to the present, the more blood I took, the further into his journey I could go. I took another drop of blood, and then I saw her, my sister, and her mate...
I could go as far back as two generations, but I had enough evidence: Zane was Ziva and Zion´s son, my nephew, the heir to the vampire kingdom.
What happened to my sister? I fo
