She clearly wasn't her, but he'd gone out of his way to locate where she worked, and all for what? The inevitable disappointment of her rejection.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, a counter thought crept in, reminding him once again of the powers he possessed, but this time, its advantages.
With a single intense gaze, he could bend her to his will, extracting every detail he desired while leaving her unaware of the depth of the information he had acquired.
No, not that way. His damned righteous thoughts! It was the same thing that led to the death of Cassandra in the first place, and now, here he was, judging with that same mentality.
How had he, a cold-hearted vampire, commonly known without the existence of one in the first place, get from being a ruthless prince of the underworld – to this? Amidst his contemplation, a name resurfaced in his thoughts like a flickering light in the darkness –
Meredith.
