NORI’S POV

We move through the cauldronhold, and I have a hard time concealing a grin. Milo is behind me, walking under his own power. He towers over me, strong and with a self assurance that fits him like a well tailored suit, made for him.

The other vampires, they will know that we’ve come together in the flesh. Our smells are intertwined, each of us covered in the other’s scent. Though healing, we both bear each other’s bite marks. I feel him, the ghost of his touch, ...