Nikola couldn't say when the exact moment he'd fallen in love with Helen Magnus. The attraction had always been there, since the day he first saw her, striding across the lawn at Oxford, in that crimson dress, but he couldn't pin point the exact moment it had turned to love, or even when he'd realised he loved her.
It could have been during their friendship, the time when it was just the two of them.
It could have been the night she agreed to marry John, and he knew he could never have her.
It could have been when she chose him over her fiancé to inject her with the Source blood or the moment he injected it into her bloodstream.
It might have been when she told him about her relationship with James.
It could have been in the catacombs in Rome or when she tried to help him after he lost his vampirism.
It could have been when she injected him with Afina's blood in a desperate attempt to save his life.
Or, it could have been any moment in between,
No, Nikola couldn't say the exact moment he'd fallen in love with Helen Magnus, but as he stood there, watching the door come down between them, with the taste of her still on his lips, he swore he would do anything to get her back and, failing that, would do anything to continue her dream. Her Sanctuary.
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