Marked by a Vampire (The Hybrid Coven Book 1) by Angela Sanders

Author:Angela Sanders [Sanders, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Angela Sanders' Books
Published: 2017-09-25T16:00:00+00:00

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Matthew choked on his food, not expecting the question. It wasn’t a subject that ever came up and he wasn’t prepared to answer. He took a drink of water and cleared his throat. “It’s a long story, but Anabelle is not my aunt by blood, but by marriage,” he replied and Grace saw a flash of pain move across his eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry I intruded. I didn’t mean—”

Matthew cut her off. “No, it’s all right. My wife, Jessica, has been dead for over twenty-five years now. She was killed by a rogue vampire—we couldn’t save her. He bled her dry before we could reach him,” he took a breath, then continued, “Anabelle has been with me since her death. Jessica was the only family she had left and I love her as my own. It’s by choice that she works here at the plantation,” he concluded, getting up from the sofa to make himself another glass of Scotch.

Matthew hadn’t thought about his wife in a long time. He loved her with his whole heart and when she was killed, a part of him died as well. Years passed by in a blur of killing bloodthirsty vampires, and each time felt like he was avenging his wife’s death. Until one day it didn’t. He was empty inside—without purpose.

He realized that it wasn’t until Grace came into his life that he felt alive again. That thought alone tore through every fiber of his being and he had no idea how to react. What was it about the woman that filled the gaping hole in his heart? Matthew felt her soul the moment he sensed her on the street—that wasn’t normal. He knew he needed to speak to Genevieve about it. She was not only his coven leader, but also his oldest and dearest friend.

“I’m so sorry, Matthew,” Grace said, walking toward him. When she met him at the bar, she took his hand in hers and looked into his eyes. She looked like she was fighting back tears. The remorse she felt was apparent in her voice when she said, “Please forgive me.”

Matthew looked down at their joined hands, then back into her beautiful blue gaze. “There is nothing to forgive, Grace. Please do not be upset,” he said with a small smile. He wanted to kiss her, but he knew it would be inappropriate.

The doorbell rang before Grace could reply and Matthew was thankful. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand in such close proximity to her without looking like a lovesick puppy. He was over one hundred and seventy-five years old. He was mentally chastising himself and knew he needed to act accordingly.

He pulled his hand away. “I’ll answer the door. Why don’t you finish your lunch?”

Grace nodded and Matthew went to answer the door. It was Elizabeth.

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