Chapter 44

Marco’s POV

Where was she? Where was Astrid? His whole body was twitching with unrelented yearning. She would be his. Claude promised him. She swam in his thoughts. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

The vampires in Portland drove them out of the states. Claude, his master, offered him blood, which he drank gratefully. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t go see Astrid. They were in Italy. Marco could smell her in the air.

Claude would say, “In time.” Or “It’s not the right time.” But Marco didn’t want to wait. Everyone around him spoke Italian and he didn’t understand what they were saying. All he knew is that they were waiting for the blood moon to launch a full-scale attack.

A coup.

The Vivace Grandmaster, as Claude introduced him like they were old friends, gave them a place to stay while they waited.