The echoes of explosions rang overhead, drowning out the sounds they made.
Victoria attempted to take shallow breaths, panic slowly settling in her erratically beating heart.
'Oh no.'
Her embrace tightened.
'I don't want to stop.'
A big… No colossal lapse of judgment on her part.
She was someone who usually planned things well in advance, following a clear course of action and rarely straying from her goals.
Today her objective had been simple: confess to Michael. He would either accept her love or reject it, and she would respond accordingly.
If he accepted her, she would grow stronger over the years, perhaps even centuries, eventually surpass her grandfather, and become the leader of the Golden Vanguard. By doing so, she would earn Michael's trust and persuade him to share the secrets he had kept to himself. And then, and only then, could they lose themselves in the heat of passion.
