Prologue. Age of Love
"Oh it's magnificent!"
"What?" said Jane, raising a delicate eyebrow in confusion. She had no idea nor any indication of what her leader was on about. He was acting like the loonies whose corpses she tossed in the trash bin when she was done feeding. While she waited for him to respond, Jane tucked her lank, brown hair behind her ear.
Alec was off somewhere doing something for Felix. Trying to quelll her impatience, Jane cleared her throat to get his attention. Faking breathing, much less the clearing of one's throat was more difficult than imagined. "Aro?" she asked tentatively, gazing at his back, where he stood in front of a mirror placed on a vanity in one of the many rooms in the castle.
"Yes Jane?"
Aro turned to her, smiling fondly. Jane flinched, uncertain of whether to take his behaviour as a good sign, or a very bad omen. "What...what is magnificent?" she questioned.
"Love," he sighed dreamily.
"..."
Oh he has got to be shitting me.