Chapter Three
Tristan
“You felt it too, didn’t you?!” Matthias gripped my shoulders the moment we were behind the closed doors of my room.
He was on tenterhooks since the moment the run-of-the-mill negotiations took such an unexpected turn.
And so was I, but I masked that much better than Matthias as I engaged the head of the Cornello family in verbal sparring.
The mafia boss and I circled around each other trying to navigate the suddenly changed circumstances.
I came here for a business deal but I could gain so much more.
“Yes, I felt it too. And so did Theo,” I confirmed, letting emotion swell in my voice. “She... Victoria is perfect. Her blood calls to me. She is made for us.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Tell us, that something like this was in the cards? Was possible for vampires?”
“I didn’t know,” I said. “I have heard stories about blood which smells and tastes like ambrosia and legends about fated matches between vampires and humans... but I thought those stories were fairytales. There are so many myths about vampires and you know from personal experience most of those are absolute hogwash. I have never met a vampire who claimed to experience anything like we did with Victoria.”
“Fated match... I like the sound of it,” Matthias grinned. “But even if it is fate... let’s help it along.”
We looked at each other, completely in agreement. Hell or Heaven, we were going to do everything we could to make Victoria ours.
This felt like the last puzzle that was missing in my life. A reward from the Gods. A blessing.
Maybe someone up there had decided that after the life I had I deserved to finally taste happiness.