Immortal Wounds: Book #1 in the Immortal Wounds Vampire Series-Paranormal Romance/Vampire Romance/Romantic Fantasy by Grane Nicole

Author:Grane, Nicole [Grane, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Nicole Grane
Published: 2014-01-02T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18: Roses and Thorns

I woke up to a brilliantly lit room. The sunlight that poured through the window stretched across the bed. I could feel its warmth through the blankets.

My eyes protested as I tried to open them. I stretched my arms out and felt something soft and velvety all around me. I sat up to find the bed covered in rose petals. The room had been filled with them! There were hundreds of roses, beautifully arranged in elegant vases throughout the room. It was absolutely breathtaking.

I got up and wandered my own private garden. Breathing deeply, I took in the fragrance of the room and smiled.

As I leaned forward to smell one of the bouquets, I felt familiar arms wrap around my waist from behind.

“Good Afternoon.” Marcus pushed my hair aside and kissed the back of my neck. I couldn’t help but shiver. I turned around and stared into his glorious face.

“Afternoon?”

“It’s nearly twelve thirty . . . you must have jet lag,” he suggested with a smile.

“What is all this?” I motioned to the flowers around me.

“I just wanted to show you how much I love you.” He tilted his head and kissed my lips briskly.

I gasped, realization taking hold of me: “The room with flowers! From my dream!” I could feel my eyes begin to water. “You did this for me?”

“It was our wedding night—you loved roses—red of course.” He smiled coyly.

I was speechless. I looked around the room once again, overwhelmed by the fragrance, beauty, and love that filled it.

“I can’t possibly show you how much I love you . . . but I will keep trying . . . until the end of time,” he whispered from behind.

I felt something cold touch the front of my chest. I looked down to find a heart shaped stone hanging from my neck. I looked back at Marcus, wide-eyed as he fastened the lock. “Is this a real—”

“Ruby? Yes.” He smiled as he adjusted it.

“Marcus, this is too much,” I protested. The stone had to be the size of a quarter.

“It most definitely is not too much,” he said playfully, brushing his finger across the tip of my nose.

“Marcus, this wasn’t—”

“No. It was my mother’s.” He had a fond look in his eye as he stared at the necklace he’d just placed around my neck.

“You never gave this to Phoebe?” I had to admit that I liked the thought that he’d never given it to another soul—not even mine—all those centuries ago.

“She didn’t really wear jewelry,” he half-laughed. “It’s funny that you make it now. She used to say it wasn’t practical. I never even bothered to show it to her,” he added with a shrug.

I tilted it between my fingers, letting the sunlight dance through it.

“It’s beautiful on you,” he said admiringly.

I could feel my face blush the shade of the stone.

“Would it have mattered if it had been Phoebe’s?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Marcus, I know you say I’m the same Phoebe you once loved .

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