Blanca wished she was in some peaceful place, somewhere near the sea, where the waves were so different here, like glass. A beautiful lure promised a fun-filled life of luxury, but she knew better than to think such a life was meant for her. Deep inside, she was a wreck, a woman born to be with someone unknown to even her. She loved adventure and spice, but eventually, her need to pass on Dimitri's legacy would grow so strong she wouldn't be able to ignore it. Did she have the right to deny the world of the supernatural, where everything revolves around being powerful and inhumane? How about her parents? Was it time to ask Dimitri about them? If she didn't fulfil her destiny, the line would end with her. Or was she even born for such a destiny?
"Blanca, stop worrying," his velvet voice whispered in the depths of her thoughts.
