Hi everyone. Hope everyone enjoys Christian's POV. I'm hoping to update ~every 4 days on this story. The chapters will probably be pretty inconsistent in length, from ~500-3000
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Christian
Her face was burned in my mind, and my cock just couldn't quite ignore it. It was the most beautiful I'd ever seen Rose, and she looked pretty fucking good most of the time. Head thrown back, body tight and shaking, plump pink lip caught between her teeth.
My pants tightened, and I tried to force the thoughts away. I downed the rest of my drink, welcoming the pleasant burn at the back of my throat. Liss was still hanging on my arm, her tinkly laugh just loud enough to hear over the music as she wooed the crowd of royals hanging off her every word.
I wanted to escape, but I didn't.
I needed her.
My mind was a mess, and I ended up excusing myself to get another drink. I just wanted everything to disappear, especially Vasilisa Dragomir.
It was even the note that was burned into my mind, it was the picture I'd been sent with it.
My mom, stood there surrounded by people, the red ring in her iris taunting me.
She's back, the note had read. And she's coming for you.
I had no idea whether it was true, whether someone was just taunting me.
At least at first.
Then the second note had come, and the second picture.
It was a damn good Photoshop, if it was just someone playing a prank. My mom was biting someone's neck, fangs on full show. In the background, out of the window, I'd seen the skyline of New York City.
The skyline of New York City as it currently was, not how it had been ten years ago when my mom had supposedly been killed.
My stomach tightened, and I made my drink strong.
Thinking about Rose was far better than thinking about this. My gaze sought her out in the crowd, and found her leaning against a wall, staring into her drink.
She'd been a mess since Spokane, and I wasn't surprised. I was still haunted by it, too, and I hadn't even known Mason. Nightmares still featured it, I still woke up feeling starved of blood some days.
I downed my drink, a wave of nausea rolling through me.
I wanted to go and speak to her, but common sense told me not to. Not after what I'd seen.
Not after she'd seen how much I wanted to fuck her in that moment.
Because there was no way she'd missed it on my face, even that drunk.
I looked away from Rose, and the note's contents were back, taunting me. She's not going to stop until she's killed everyone she cares about, and turned you.
You'll be her favourite Strigoi.
The biggest army you've ever seen, and they're coming for you.
And so I'd been resolved. It was time to talk to the royals and finally take up my Aunt's cause properly.
We needed offensive Moroi magic, and I was one of few who could properly advocate for it.
Because I had Liss, and Liss could have advocated for slaughtering penguins and people would have bought in.
I'd shown the notes to Guardian Petrov, and to Kirova, and been told they were looking into it, whatever that meant.
And then I'd sent the notes to Aunt Tasha. I knew that more would start getting done when she arrived in a couple of weeks.
But I hadn't told Rose or Liss. I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was shame. They'd have to know eventually, but I was putting it off. I didn't want their pity. Right now I had admiration, maybe even respect. This would get me sympathy, and I hated it.
For now, I just had to put up with Lissa.
Of course this had all come just at the moment I'd decided I wanted to break-up.
