She called out to him through time and space…an impossible dream…a hopeful imagining. Having heard her plea, he would not stop until he’d claimed her.
Mavim aches for the woman he left behind on Sanguinoss. She was a princess, a member of the royal family of elite vamps. His Amante…his love. Though he dreams of her every night, and pines for her every single day, he knows he cannot have her. He believes her dead.
But when Mavim intercepts the ghost of a communication from his lovely Fania, a communication which was probably engaged weeks or months earlier, he realizes she might still live!
Can Mavim find the only woman he’s ever loved and save her from an evil nemesis who covets her for his own and will stop at nothing to have her? Or will he finally look into his lover’s eyes…touch her satin skin…only to feel her slip from his grasp all over again?
The woman was covered in blood. Her hair and face and clothing coated in it. Her eyes glowed silvery-green in the dim light and her hand rested on her hip as she thrust and parried and easily defeated another lumbering swordsman, sending him to the bloody ground without his head. Mavim’s heart started to thunder, his Earth pants tightening as he stiffened beneath them. “By Maja, she’s incredible,” he breathed.
Yvan chuckled, slapping a celebratory hand to his shoulder. “And you thought you were rescuing her, my friend.”
The last guard succumbed to Fania’s sword and crashed to the ground, his head rolling across the floor toward Mavim and Yvan. Mavim stopped it with his foot before it slammed into them, his gaze never leaving her.
As if she felt him looking at her, Fania turned her head, her gaze flickering in recognition. She rested the tip of the sword on the ground near her feet and suddenly seemed to slump, leaning heavily on it. “Mavim?” She wavered, the silvery glow fading quickly from her gaze as she took a step toward him. But she seemed to have no strength left. She started to fall.
Mavim was suddenly there, and when she fell she fell against him…wrapped tightly in his desperate grasp. “By Maja,” he murmured against her hair. “You’re alive.”
Her lips lifted, her breath sweet against his face. “You came. I knew you would come.”
Mavim fought the urge to lower his lips to hers. It was not the time and certainly not the place. But resisting her…even covered in blood and gore…was the hardest thing he’d ever done. “Always, Amante. I’ll always come for you. Do not ever doubt it.”
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