I had finally calmed down after taking my frustrations on my house. The anger no longer clouding my mind or my senses. I started to study the person in front of me portraying to be my brother. I knew he wasn’t Nikolai because Marius killed him almost 200 years ago for reasons unknown to me whilst I was out of the country. “What are you doing here, Nik?” I asked as I tried to get a feel for him. UGH! I wish Poppy was here now. She would be able to get a better read on him. His response brought me out of my thoughts.
“Is there any need for a reason to visit my brother?” he smiled. Goodness knows how I wished so many times that he would walk through the door after mother’s message reached me telling me that he had been murdered. A stake through his heart and is head cut off. Basically, he wa
