I wasn’t ready to wake up. There was something I had to do. Something … I couldn’t remember. I felt groggy. Hungover, as I turned to my side. When my hand brushed against a bare arm, Marko’s name registered. My eyes flew open and I had to fight to remember him even arriving. Yes, he’d come for me. And we were bonded, now. The realization was enough to make me forget about the headache. I bit my lip, snuggling in closer. Even asleep, his arm came to pull me in the rest of the way. With my face against his chest, I breathed in his intoxicating scent. Was Aetas letting him stay with me? What had happened after we exchanged blood? I couldn’t remember past the pain. Marko had put me to sleep and then … nothing. “Je t'aime.” I told him I loved him in French. It was a part of who I was now. It was all I wanted to remember of who Tessalyn Antoinette Kennedy was. She was a vampire, born and meant for a French aristocrat, who loved her just as much as she loved him.
