Lord Adrian vellamount
The Study – Late Night The fire crackled softly against the walls of books. Adrian sat in his high-backed chair, one leg crossed over the other, the faint scent of aged wine lingering in the air as he read. The door slammed open. “You lying bastard!” Andrew’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. His hazel eyes were burning, cheeks flushed with betrayal. Adrian looked up slowly, closing his book with an almost delicate motion. “Andrew,” he murmured, voice calm and deep. “I see you’ve found out.” “Found out?” Andrew snapped, stepping closer. “You said you couldn’t turn me — that it was impossible. That vampires can’t. And now I hear you can. You just didn’t want to!” Adrian rose from his chair, tall and impossibly composed, his crimson eyes darkening. “It is not that I didn’t want to, it’s that I refused to damn you, Andrew. You do not understand what you’re
About Lord Adrian vellamount
The Study – Late Night The fire crackled softly against the walls of books. Adrian sat in his high-backed chair, one leg crossed over the other, the faint scent of aged wine lingering in the air as he read. The door slammed open. “You lying bastard!” Andrew’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. His hazel eyes were burning, cheeks flu...Read more