The Romanova Sisters Series
as if I had just stepped into a mountain cave. All the windows were closed.
om led to a separate hall. I could see massive bookshelves fr
. Then I thought I heard a sound as I waited for so
ar, revealing a canopied bed. There were sheer hangin
t the sight of this elegant place lured me in. My feet
y hair and hurled me like a rag
oice spoke. I gasped and tried to get up, bu
reathe, let
e flowing black silk. She had bright golden eyes that burned hot like two miniature suns. Th
en a face like this. She was also heavier than she looked. I felt as if I was pressed by a hund
d off, but it was pointless. She was a vampire,
woman let go of my throat yet still locked m
cold breath fanning my cheeks. She smelled like sweet-scented wildflowers in the deep dark fore
no words came out. Then
coaxed at me. "You k
kill me," I
laug
ng to kill you now. I'm going to
ite fangs drew out of her gum like a cat's claws. They were as sharp as butcher knives. A frightened gasp escaped my lips. My
one," she said. "
to that. But she nodded as
not going to b
creamed in sheer pain. It was agonizing how her razor-sharp teeth
an released
ps in satisfaction. "Too bad, I'm not hungry enough
e got off me and s
the door. "But from now on, you're
he sight of my own blood. It stained like red roses on the white shee
twenties, but I could never be sure what a vampire's real age was. Even so, she was the most
slipped through the door then
*
her pair of beautiful golden eyes staring at me. I gasped, stumbling away in fright. But an arm wrappe
young blo
ke with a hint of a Russian accent to me
ar. The woman looked down at my blood-smeared hand. Her perfe
he said more to herself. Her liquid
atred. I couldn't help it. She could kill me for that if she wished. But t
to walk away,
said. "You look bad. She must've
ha
ame to wrap her arm around my waist and
s sh
" I cried. My face s
r you'll pass o
e was
else until I found myself in another bedroom. The place was plain and much smaller
myself and saw the same woman beside my bed. Her l
?" I whispered. "You're
ok my breath away. It wasn't the cold wick
t mean I can't do this." She
I was probably the first person
the young w
a-?" I ec
man
in real
tioned in the history book that we used to study. "But-but didn't the C
n't hel
rried spring and summer music in it. I felt a
gue with you about t
ed a strand of her blonde lock behind
way," she said after a while. "Sta
d the other woman. But I noticed Anastasia's eyes were s
myself to trust these
ed th
I don't want your help," I said in
id with a low sigh. "I
the room wit