Caradoch
Laying with her made me feel alive. Something I hadn't felt for a long time. A really, really long time. And she could say whatever she wanted. Thana could scream that she hated me from the rooftop. I knew different.
There was no way Thana could hate me. I was a part of her soul. Born with her in every reincarnation. She was always meant to be mine, and I was always meant to be hers.
All she needed was a little time to come to terms with it.
After all, she hadn't even known vampires were a thing until recently, or that she was the reincarnation of my love.
Although that wasn't entirely true. Yes, I had loved her as the woman she had been three centuries ago, but I wasn't under any illusions that she was exactly that girl. That young woman had died crying silently in my arms
