Gregory, the vampire who glided through centuries like a shadow on a moonlit lake, had a reputation that preceded him. He was the eternal playboy, a creature of dark allure, seduction dripping effortlessly from his words and eyes.
Yet, in a twist that none—least of all Gregory—had foreseen, the vampire had met someone who unsettled the rhythm of his centuries-long certainty.
Sicily, the demon with fiery eyes and a laugh that echoed like a symphony in the deep, had entered his life like lightning splitting an ancient tree.
They all held a masquerade ball held in a hidden castle, deep in the woods where humanity dared not tread. It is to celebrate their recent win against their enemies in the fae world even though months had already passed.
Gregory had been his usual charming self, weaving through the crowd, leaving smiles and whispered desires in his wake.
