Cleo Devereux was a beautiful vampire with the most extraordinary gorgeous amethyst eyes and Persephone wanted nothing more to strangle the both of them. Did fate have to flaunt what she could never have? Did it always have to be so cruel?
Caleb indeed had the most stunning cognac eyes. She had spent so much of her time gazing into them at varying points of their encounters. Her heart clenched, wondering if Cleo would be the one privy to such intimate moments. Would she be worthy where she hadn't been?
Of course she would.
"Persephone," he whispered her name when the elevator closed.
Persephone's eyes zeroed in upon him. "Why did you follow me in here?"
"You looked upset," he reasoned, smirking. Amusement sparked in his eyes. Was she just some sort of joke to him?
"I'm not."
