Caleb
After spending the entire day irritating Willow at every seminar, I’m heading to the human hospital to visit my little sister. But instead of feeling down like usual, I’m smiling today. It must be because of Willow.
“You’re perfect just the way you are, huh?” I repeat her words and feel a flutter in my chest. No one has ever said that to me, not even my mother.
As the vampire prince, I’ve grown up under the watchful eye of my mother, Queen Elizabeth Harrison. She demanded nothing less than perfection from me, and whenever I failed to meet her expectations, she would beat me. I can still feel the sting of her hand across my face every time I forgot to use my glamor to hide any imperfections on my skin. It’s a painful memory, but Willow’s words bring warmth to that cold, dark part o
