VICTORIA

He kept telling me about the past…

« Dracomir had been lured into this room ever since he was a pup.

When he realized they weren’t just harmless games in exchange for forbidden candy for slave boys, he went to tell his mother.

He believed she could protect him.

I still remember the day I found him crying and shaking in the hallway.

He’d followed his mother’s trail and found her in the general’s chambers. He saw her darkest secret and the twisted things she did to keep him safe.

Dracomir learned early on about the sacrifices it took to survive inside this monster of stone and iron.

And he kept quiet, hid it, and endured the abuse as a blood slave.

Until one day, when he was around twelve… it was his mother who caught him… in this very room.»

His words dragged me into gut-wrenching memories.

I don’t even know how Draco has been able to accept me, knowing I’m a vampire.

Now I understand why he panics every time I try to feed from him.

“His… his mother… what happened to her?” My