It was my first time being called beautiful. I grew addicted to his praise and my beloved's admiration. I wanted him to brag about me to all who would listen…
And now I was being left behind because of it.
My sisters were desperate enough to push themselves all to the brink. All just to not remain the same. That was the price for keeping up with our {Kindred}. The cost of power.
And here I was afraid of being ugly. It was pathetic. Yet when I gazed at the eyes of my man, I only saw one thing. Love. And…lust. A lot of it. But, back to my point! Seeing the warmth radiating from my {Kindred} I embraced him ever tighter.
His vow to me once again played in my mind.
"Liv, I love you. Its okay if you don't believe me for now. I will tell you every single day for the rest of our lives. I accept your vow. And in turn give you my own. For you, I vow to eradicate the dead from the North."
