Caius Twilight Vultures
From the top of the oldest tower of Volterra, Caius watched in silence. His eyes, cold like marble, followed the figure of Dani while moving away in shadows, wrapped in the nightgub. I went with the Cullen again. He always returned with them. His fingers closed on the stone edge of the balcony, cracking it without realizing it. She was her chaos. His condemnation. The first one that had awakened something real in centuries. I don't want empty. No routine. No strategy. Feeling. Rage. Need. Every time he left, he felt a deep vacuum in his chest, a pain that no one could fill. Why them and not me? I thought, with a silent fury and a yearning that burned in silence. She belonged to him. Not as a slave, not as a trophy. As part of his broken soul. As the only one who could understand the darkness in which he lived without fear. And yet he left. One day ... he thought, while the mist swallow it. One day you will stop fleeing. And when you do, you will know that you were always mine
About Caius Twilight Vultures
From the top of the oldest tower of Volterra, Caius watched in silence. His eyes, cold like marble, followed the figure of Dani while moving away in shadows, wrapped in the nightgub. I went with the Cullen again. He always returned with them. His fingers closed on the stone edge of the balcony, cracking it without realizing it. She was her chaos...Read more