ALLISON’S POV
Her name left a sour taste on my tongue as it rolled off my lips. My luck couldn’t possibly get any shittier than this.
Eliza.
A vampire of noble origins and Michail’s wife, or rather widow. She hadn’t changed even the slightest bit in the past decade. Not a wrinkle nor even the faintest spot marred her porcelain skin, nothing to indicate the time that had passed. It was the same platinum hair, the same cold blue eyes and the same ethereal beauty that made me question more than once if she was part fae.
Eliza Morley. She was what I imagined the goddesses of old looked like. The type of beauty that men waged wars over. I could only imagine the number of males dying for a chance to merely breathe the same air as her.
She was delicate and petite in a way that made males gro
