Preface

"INGRID!"

The angry vioce of Bertrand sounded, echoing through the dark deserted corridoors of Garside Grange at 1:15 in the morning.

"For God's sake," a seven and a half month pregnant and extremely exhausted Erin groaned as she rolled to face Vlad. The baby bump seperating their bodies. "If they're still arguing when I have this baby, I'll slay them myself if they wake this baby up once."

"Go back to sleep. I'll sort them out." Kissing her forehead he sighed and left her alone to find his tutor and bickering sister.