She didn’t finish the thought. She couldn’t let herself hope. That was dangerous. Deadly. This was another trick. It had to be.
Brynleigh knew that, and yet, she slowly peeled open her eyes. Because… What if?
The two words echoed through her head.What if, what if, what if.
She had to know.
Time crawled to a stop as her vision adjusted.
Disbelief coursed through her like a raging storm. Breathing was impossible.
A cry tore out of her chapped lips. Her heart slammed against her ribs. Her broken fingernailsdug into the iron chair.
She rasped, “Ryker?”
The end… for now
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A Song of Blood and Shadows
JELISETTE AND EMERY’S SHORT STORY
ELAYNA R. GALLEA
To anyone who wants to see two vampires in their villain eras fall in love…
This one’s for you
Blurb
One night can change everything.
At least, that’s what Jelisette de la Point believes. After all, all it takes for her life to change is locking eyes with Emery Sylvain across the lake. The moment she looks upon the other vampire, she knows her immortal life will never be the same.
Emery Sylvain has been living beneath the light of the moon ever since he was Made against his will. A centuries-old vampire, he is growing tired of life. Or at least, he was. But when his path crosses with a beautiful vampire who isn’t afraid of a little blood, nothing will ever be the same.
Fate brought them together, but can the two independent vampires find a place in their lives for each other?
CHAPTER 1
Immortal Life was Tedious
Jelisette de la Point’s immortal life was irrevocably changed the moment she locked eyes with the handsome vampire across the lake.
She brushed a lock of her chestnut hair behind her ear, her pale skin glistening beneath the light of the moon as she held his gaze. Even with the expansive, frozen sheet of translucent white ice between them, it was like he looked into her very soul.
Well. What was left of it. Four hundred and forty-nine years had passed since her Making, and during that time, her soul had frayed.
At first, she’d lost bits and pieces of it, then larger swaths had fallen away as time went on. Some, when she watched her parents die from afar. More, when her brothers passed away. It was seeing her great-nieces and nephews die that took the biggest chunk of her soul out of her.
They all lived a mortal life and died a mortal death, but not her.
Jelisette looked the same as she had the day of her immortal rebirth. Average height, pale like all vampires, with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.