But knowing that also brought shame.
Carmela was so much older than him.
A sixty-year-plus-old vampire who'd lived through horrors, who'd killed thousands of people, who was supposed to be cold and detached.
And there she was, blushing like a schoolgirl over a young nobleman.
She felt like a cow eating young grass, especially since she regularly drank his blood full of youthful vitality.
But she couldn't deny it anymore. She fiercely looked up at the moon and silently admitted the truth to herself.
She was in love with Cassius.
Not just Cassius—she was in love with everyone in this family as well.
She'd truly found her place in life.
In the past, whenever she'd thought of her mother in Heaven, Carmela had always wanted her mother to look away, not to see what her daughter had become.
A killer. A monster. Someone who'd sacrificed everything for revenge.
But now, Carmela wanted her mother to watch. To see just how happy her daughter had become.
