Lord Ragnar Kamazotz is a vampire and the first ever of his kind.
The beast in him only recognizes the tune of one lady…his Zeda. 
In his earliest years, she was the only person that could calm him down or get him close to sanity with the help of her instrument.

All that stopped when she was gruesomely murdered by the greedy members of the royal family. He slayed everyone involved but he was never himself again. 
He survived by relying on The Prophecy that promised her coming back.
Seven centuries later, he meets her again and his world is at peace until scenes from the ancient days rise up in this present one, threatening to kill her…again!

People called her his poison but he called her ‘his Antidote”.
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“I remember…I remember you now my love” Zelda said as more tears fell from her eyes as she looked at the man who had suffered through centuries seeking her return.
Kamaz was tongue tied…overwhelmed and his heart rate was faster than normal.
She remembers…

“I missed you so much Zeda” Kamaz said and Zeda lifted her hand to his face and he leaned into her small hand.
“I missed you badl..” Kamaz wanted to continue but the rest of his words were buried in Zeda’s mouth.
She had stood on her toes and slid her hands around his neck, dragging him to her level and placing her lips on his.
Kamaz was stunned but not for long…
He lifted her petite frame from her thighs and wrapped her around his waist for their heads to be at the same level and tears fell off their eyes as they kissed - pouring all of them into that soul uniting and heart joining kiss.
She moved herself impossibly closer to him, making him second guess his decision of taking things slowly with her.

“Quinzi toman,” Kamazotz groaned as their scents tangled.

The Vampire King's Only Antidote

“I do not understand the reason I had to accompany the three of you here. You guys could have come alone," Zelda said, frustrated as her wooden sword fell off her hand for the third time since they began. 


She could not get that feeling that was itching to be fed vital information away from her mind. 


During their ride to the mountain, she had associated it with her love and protective instinct to always stay close to Kamaz. 


But now that her body was burning with sweat and the alertness of an opponent, her mind was also sharpened. 


She was beginning to think it could be something else. 


Julius was Gaius’ opponent while Cyprus was Zelda's. 


The men shot a glance at each other as Zelda retrieved her sword from the floor. 


They knew the reason they had to bring her here. 


“You have gone weak Zelda. I remember how you used to give lessons about things you observed while we trained. 


SUCH A MAN ..... I LIKE HIM