Walking around the opulent over decorated and jeweled out place of the foe, Michael carried slight bags under his eyes not being able to stop thinking of last night. Last night, he had finally met his mate. Unfortunately it was not the person he expected. Hell not even anticipated. He had already settled with himself, his mate was a vampire. His most hated enemy. Though not real but suspicion were confirmed by the First herself. However never in a thousand years would he expect it to have been the Princess of Vampires Brianna. His heart raced by the mention of her name. The memories flood back in of the way she looked, her posture, her grace, her coldness. How she felt in his arms as they danced. Her wit as they vocally playfully sparred.
" Stop, Stop that." Michael thought to himself as he walked forward.
