Read Online Vampire Dreams Revamped (A Sons of Navarus Prequel) by Gabrielle Bisset - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Gabrielle Bisset
Ads: Link
after you meet Vasilije we can
take a carriage ride. Would you like that?”
Arden squeezed his hand in excitement. “Oh,
I’d love that!”
As they waited for the carriage to stop at
Vasilije’s home, tension began to take hold of Brandon. He hoped
this time would be a success and he’d approve of his choice. As his
sire, his approval was necessary before he could take Arden as his
own, but Vasilije was difficult to predict, as he’d learned the
last time he petitioned for his approval to sire his previous maid,
Celeste.
That time he’d chosen to withhold his
approval, and she’d left before he could convince her to return to
his home. Looking at Arden, Brandon knew that unfortunate turn of
events with Celeste was for the best as he never cared for her like
he did for Arden. He just prayed Vasilije wouldn’t disapprove of
her.
Never before had he cared so much for the
approval to sire a vampire for himself. The others had been to keep
him company and fed. Arden was different. She was someone he could
be devoted to.
Someone to love.
Taking her hand to ease her out of the
carriage, he escorted her toward the massive mansion in front of
them. Standing outside the door, he turned toward her and took her
in his arms.
“Arden, although it’s only been a short time
that you’ve been in my life, I’ve grown to care for you a great
deal. I hope you feel the same.”
Looking up at him, she spoke the words he’d
prayed to hear. “Yes, Brandon. I do care for you.”
In a far more serious tone, he continued,
“After tonight, I hope you’ll be happy to be with me forever.”
The door opened and they were shown into a
sitting room to wait. The room spoke volumes about its owner.
Furnished with expensive tapestries from around the world and
priceless works of art, it showed like a shrine to the centuries
Vasilije had walked the Earth. They sat on a sofa from the Louis
XIV period, a further tribute to his holdings. Brandon held her
hand and watched as she examined Vasilije’s luxurious home. His
sire was, in truth, no wealthier than he, but Brandon suddenly
worried his home didn’t stand up to the one she admired now.
“Vasilije’s home is exquisite, is it
not?”
“Yes it is, but I like yours better,” she
said, making him beam with happiness.
Brandon smiled, but his mood quickly grew
serious as he felt the presence of his sire. Looking up, he saw
Vasilije enter the room and his stomach clenched.
Older in years, the vampire who greeted him
had never aged beyond his mid-twenties. Forever young, his body
rippled with strength while his face appeared at once innocent and
knowing. No lines or wrinkles marred his appearance to indicate the
passage of time. Vasilije stood as a testament to the charmed
facets of a vampire’s existence.
Brandon looked to see Arden’s face impressed
by the man he jealously wished looked older or uglier. He winced as
that jealousy stabbed at him, and he squeezed her hand
possessively.
“My dear Brandon. Who do we have here?”
As he introduced Arden to his sire, he
watched his eyes roam over her as if he were appraising a piece of
fine art—or sizing up his next victim.
Vasilije took her hand, softly kissing the
top of it, and looked into her eyes. “What a beautiful name, truly
fitting for such a beautiful woman.”
As the delicate dance to win his maker’s
approval began, Brandon wished for nothing more than to be finished
with this night and home in Arden's arms.
***
Arden shivered as Vasilije looked into her
eyes. Uncertain why Brandon wanted her to meet this man, she felt
his apprehension as he continued to squeeze her hand. So much had
happened so quickly between them, and she didn’t want to ruin that
with the incorrect response to his friend. Was she to be friendly
or merely respectful? By the look on his face as he watched his
friend kiss her, she sensed respectful was the correct answer.
As Vasilije released her hand, she studied
him closely. Tall, with
take a carriage ride. Would you like that?”
Arden squeezed his hand in excitement. “Oh,
I’d love that!”
As they waited for the carriage to stop at
Vasilije’s home, tension began to take hold of Brandon. He hoped
this time would be a success and he’d approve of his choice. As his
sire, his approval was necessary before he could take Arden as his
own, but Vasilije was difficult to predict, as he’d learned the
last time he petitioned for his approval to sire his previous maid,
Celeste.
That time he’d chosen to withhold his
approval, and she’d left before he could convince her to return to
his home. Looking at Arden, Brandon knew that unfortunate turn of
events with Celeste was for the best as he never cared for her like
he did for Arden. He just prayed Vasilije wouldn’t disapprove of
her.
Never before had he cared so much for the
approval to sire a vampire for himself. The others had been to keep
him company and fed. Arden was different. She was someone he could
be devoted to.
Someone to love.
Taking her hand to ease her out of the
carriage, he escorted her toward the massive mansion in front of
them. Standing outside the door, he turned toward her and took her
in his arms.
“Arden, although it’s only been a short time
that you’ve been in my life, I’ve grown to care for you a great
deal. I hope you feel the same.”
Looking up at him, she spoke the words he’d
prayed to hear. “Yes, Brandon. I do care for you.”
In a far more serious tone, he continued,
“After tonight, I hope you’ll be happy to be with me forever.”
The door opened and they were shown into a
sitting room to wait. The room spoke volumes about its owner.
Furnished with expensive tapestries from around the world and
priceless works of art, it showed like a shrine to the centuries
Vasilije had walked the Earth. They sat on a sofa from the Louis
XIV period, a further tribute to his holdings. Brandon held her
hand and watched as she examined Vasilije’s luxurious home. His
sire was, in truth, no wealthier than he, but Brandon suddenly
worried his home didn’t stand up to the one she admired now.
“Vasilije’s home is exquisite, is it
not?”
“Yes it is, but I like yours better,” she
said, making him beam with happiness.
Brandon smiled, but his mood quickly grew
serious as he felt the presence of his sire. Looking up, he saw
Vasilije enter the room and his stomach clenched.
Older in years, the vampire who greeted him
had never aged beyond his mid-twenties. Forever young, his body
rippled with strength while his face appeared at once innocent and
knowing. No lines or wrinkles marred his appearance to indicate the
passage of time. Vasilije stood as a testament to the charmed
facets of a vampire’s existence.
Brandon looked to see Arden’s face impressed
by the man he jealously wished looked older or uglier. He winced as
that jealousy stabbed at him, and he squeezed her hand
possessively.
“My dear Brandon. Who do we have here?”
As he introduced Arden to his sire, he
watched his eyes roam over her as if he were appraising a piece of
fine art—or sizing up his next victim.
Vasilije took her hand, softly kissing the
top of it, and looked into her eyes. “What a beautiful name, truly
fitting for such a beautiful woman.”
As the delicate dance to win his maker’s
approval began, Brandon wished for nothing more than to be finished
with this night and home in Arden's arms.
***
Arden shivered as Vasilije looked into her
eyes. Uncertain why Brandon wanted her to meet this man, she felt
his apprehension as he continued to squeeze her hand. So much had
happened so quickly between them, and she didn’t want to ruin that
with the incorrect response to his friend. Was she to be friendly
or merely respectful? By the look on his face as he watched his
friend kiss her, she sensed respectful was the correct answer.
As Vasilije released her hand, she studied
him closely. Tall, with
Similar Books
