Chapter 135: A Nauseous Morning

Victor’s POV

I watched her as she slept, her face so peaceful and calm. It had been a long time since I had seen this expression on Tara’s face, and I hated myself for what I knew was going to come in the next few days, even months, of our future.

The small vial glimmered from the basket to my left. It stared at me as though it was mocking me, and I turned my back to it for a moment. I wanted to relish in this feeling for as long as I could steal it, relishing in the warmth of her bare skin against mine, the feeling of her breath on my skin and the feeling of our bond.

Broken and withering as it may seem, it was there, and I could feel it punding and beating more alive than anything I had ever known in my life. I had never been more sure about anything as the day when I first looked at Tara and knew she was mine.