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in the early sixteenth century.”
Wonderful. I am already nervous enough but now not only am I meeting someone extremely rich and Immortal, they also happen to own the very island I am standing on. Plus, they’re at least 500 and some odd years old. I am so nervous as we wait at the door that I have to constantly wipe my hands together to get rid of some of the sweat coating them. Surprise fills me as the door swings open and I am faced with a woman who bears a remarkable likeness to Dr.
Thorne. Definitely not what I had expected. The woman at the door appears to be in her early to mid-twenties, roughly around the same age as Sera or myself and has the same blue eyes, shiny blond hair and perfect complexion as her sister, Dr. Thorne, although Moira looks younger, more energetic.
“Sera!” she squeals as she steps forward and wraps her arm around my mom. The two women hug briefly before breaking apart and smiling warmly at one another.
“Moira, this is my daughter, Adelin,” Sera informs her.
“Moira Black,” the woman says as she extends her hand for me to shake.
“Pleased to meet you,” I murmur as I quickly shake her hand, hoping mine aren’t noticeably sweaty.
“The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure,” she replies with a smile.
Thankfully she either doesn’t seem to notice how slippery my hand is or she is too classy to wipe hesr off, either way is fine with me.
“Please, come in.”
The house is so clean that it literally sparkles. The bright lights from the chandelier mirror off the white marble floors, twinkling along the expensive glass tabletops and windows. It is absolutely breathtaking. A young woman dressed in a white blouse and black fitted pants appears and takes our coats before announcing to Moira that ‘the young master’ will be joining us shortly.
We remain standing just inside the foyer as we wait, the two women chatting quietly off to the side. I glance up at the sound of footsteps approaching and freeze. At first I almost don’t recognize him. Gone is the usual T-shirt and jeans I have seen him before. In their place he is wearing a pair of black dress slacks and a slate grey button up shirt with the sleeves folded back to reveal his muscular forearms. The top two buttons of his shirt sits open, revealing just a hint of bare chest. The ensemble compliments his golden hair and skin tone, making his blue eyes stand out even more than usual.
“Sera,” he says warmly as he steps up to give her a quick peck on the check, his musical voice melting me where I stand. He takes a step back, his eyes twinkling mischievously as his gaze falls on me.
It’s him- the guy from the woods. He’s here, in Moira’s house.
Chapter Eight
Vraiden
“ H ello, Sunshine,” I remark with a devilish laugh.
What are the odds? Not once, not twice, but three times now I’ve run into this girl. There is definitely something different about her, something that draws me in and I can’t seem to figure out why she is so different from every other girl I have met. While she’s definitely pretty she’s not spectacular by any means. Her dark hair is long and slightly wavy, her skin a clear pale peach color. She’s by no means tall, the top of her head would fit perfectly tucked into my chin, but she isn’t exactly short either; somewhere closer to average height. It’s her eyes that catch my attention- a clear, shining grey that speak of innocence and happiness.
“You,” she replies venomously, a scowl marring her delicate features as my eyes slowly take in the rest of her.
“You two know each other?” Mother asks surprised.
“You could say that,” I answer with a smirk as I remember just how well we ‘knew’ each other. “We’ve run into each other a few times but we haven’t been properly introduced yet. I’m Vraiden Black.” I flash a taunting smile and offer my hand in a gesture of greeting.
Instead of accepting my outstretched hand she chooses to completely ignore me, causing
Wonderful. I am already nervous enough but now not only am I meeting someone extremely rich and Immortal, they also happen to own the very island I am standing on. Plus, they’re at least 500 and some odd years old. I am so nervous as we wait at the door that I have to constantly wipe my hands together to get rid of some of the sweat coating them. Surprise fills me as the door swings open and I am faced with a woman who bears a remarkable likeness to Dr.
Thorne. Definitely not what I had expected. The woman at the door appears to be in her early to mid-twenties, roughly around the same age as Sera or myself and has the same blue eyes, shiny blond hair and perfect complexion as her sister, Dr. Thorne, although Moira looks younger, more energetic.
“Sera!” she squeals as she steps forward and wraps her arm around my mom. The two women hug briefly before breaking apart and smiling warmly at one another.
“Moira, this is my daughter, Adelin,” Sera informs her.
“Moira Black,” the woman says as she extends her hand for me to shake.
“Pleased to meet you,” I murmur as I quickly shake her hand, hoping mine aren’t noticeably sweaty.
“The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure,” she replies with a smile.
Thankfully she either doesn’t seem to notice how slippery my hand is or she is too classy to wipe hesr off, either way is fine with me.
“Please, come in.”
The house is so clean that it literally sparkles. The bright lights from the chandelier mirror off the white marble floors, twinkling along the expensive glass tabletops and windows. It is absolutely breathtaking. A young woman dressed in a white blouse and black fitted pants appears and takes our coats before announcing to Moira that ‘the young master’ will be joining us shortly.
We remain standing just inside the foyer as we wait, the two women chatting quietly off to the side. I glance up at the sound of footsteps approaching and freeze. At first I almost don’t recognize him. Gone is the usual T-shirt and jeans I have seen him before. In their place he is wearing a pair of black dress slacks and a slate grey button up shirt with the sleeves folded back to reveal his muscular forearms. The top two buttons of his shirt sits open, revealing just a hint of bare chest. The ensemble compliments his golden hair and skin tone, making his blue eyes stand out even more than usual.
“Sera,” he says warmly as he steps up to give her a quick peck on the check, his musical voice melting me where I stand. He takes a step back, his eyes twinkling mischievously as his gaze falls on me.
It’s him- the guy from the woods. He’s here, in Moira’s house.
Chapter Eight
Vraiden
“ H ello, Sunshine,” I remark with a devilish laugh.
What are the odds? Not once, not twice, but three times now I’ve run into this girl. There is definitely something different about her, something that draws me in and I can’t seem to figure out why she is so different from every other girl I have met. While she’s definitely pretty she’s not spectacular by any means. Her dark hair is long and slightly wavy, her skin a clear pale peach color. She’s by no means tall, the top of her head would fit perfectly tucked into my chin, but she isn’t exactly short either; somewhere closer to average height. It’s her eyes that catch my attention- a clear, shining grey that speak of innocence and happiness.
“You,” she replies venomously, a scowl marring her delicate features as my eyes slowly take in the rest of her.
“You two know each other?” Mother asks surprised.
“You could say that,” I answer with a smirk as I remember just how well we ‘knew’ each other. “We’ve run into each other a few times but we haven’t been properly introduced yet. I’m Vraiden Black.” I flash a taunting smile and offer my hand in a gesture of greeting.
Instead of accepting my outstretched hand she chooses to completely ignore me, causing
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