Adrian's POV
I still remember his words from the tales told to me, that her blood turned to silver before it turned dark, that she screamed not from pain, but from love. And that after seven minutes of stillness, she opened her eyes again.
And she was changed.
Not a true vampire, not completely. But something in between. Her magic had survived the transformation, woven into her new form. Her veins pulsed with power that no creature had ever carried before. Some of her power and my fathers power were transferred to me.
My father bound my power that same night I was born, with chains of runic silver and the blood of twelve ancients. He said it was to protect me and the world, from what I was.
Half vampire, half witch.
A forbidden heir to two realms that had long hated each other.
