(Chapter 7: Lorenzo pov)
Lorenzo pov
The city below me fades as the sun dips beyond the horizon, casting long shadows across the skyline. I stand at the window of my penthouse, looking out over the lights, but my mind is far from here, caught in memories that haunt me like echoes.
To everyone else, I'm the richest man in Europe, a titan who controls empires with a flick of my hand. But that's only part of the story. In the world of mortals, I wear power as armor, a disguise that keeps my truth hidden. Because beneath all of it, I am something they can't begin to understand. I am a vampire, bound by secrets as old as the earth, and cursed with a hunger I must control, even as I balance the weight of two worlds.
But tonight, it isn't the hunger or the business that grips me. It's her.
Mira. I remember watching her from the shadows, centuries ago, too afraid to tell her the truth about me, afraid of what that truth might bring. She never knew I was there, watching, guarding her as best I could without coming too close. And then, one day, she was gone—lost in battle before I could find the courage to step forward.left with the memories of her childhood I was the uncle she vowed to marry.
Now, impossibly, she's here again, alive and unaware of what her destiny was, if only I had my way, I would have loved for her not to get involved with the supernatural realms, but fate has other plans for her, though she's recently stumbled onto fragments of it, I could feel her curiosity to know about secrets best left unknown,bits of power she doesn't yet understand,But I do. I've seen it before, felt the weight of it. I know what her legacy holds.
The city lights blur as I make a silent vow. I'll protect her this time, no matter what it takes. If she truly is the same Mira, reborn, I can't risk losing her again—not to the forces that hunt her, nor to my own fears. She may have an idea what she is , but I will be here, watching and waiting while guarding her althrough the process.
I slip away from the penthouse as the last traces of sunlight fade from the sky, stepping into the night like slipping into a second skin. The city streets are alive below me, pulsing with a life I once envied. Now it's a distant echo—meaningless, except for her.
Finding her was easy. I could feel her, even in the chaos of the crowd. It's like her very presence calls to something deep in me, something I thought had died with her centuries ago. But tonight, I'll remain hidden. She needs to learn, to awaken to her power on her own terms.
It's only recently that she's discovered the fragments of her past—scraps of spells, symbols that must seem like mysteries to her. She doesn't know how many secrets lie beneath her surface, and I can't reveal them. Not yet.
I watch as she leaves the bookstore, a few stray curls falling over her face as she adjusts the bag on her shoulder. There's a faint crease between her brows, the look she always used to have when something puzzled her. She stops suddenly, glancing over her shoulder as if sensing me. But I stay in the shadows, cloaked in the city's hum and noise, close enough to protect her if anything dares approach.
This life I live is full of risks, of watching but never touching. There are dangers in both worlds, and if she knew just how deeply they intertwined, she'd never feel safe again. But my nature is a threat, too. It's a battle I fight every night, resisting the pull, the instinct. She deserves better than the life I could offer, better than secrets hidden behind wealth and status.
I let her go. But I know I'll be close behind, watching her journey unfold, bound by a promise to keep her safe.
With that I walked towards my house get ready for council meeting, I dare any one to tell me about choosing a mate, when have recently find my destined mate again, thank the goddess for this second chance.
(MIRA POV)
I yawned tiredly from hours of finding answers, I was in my room and it was getting late, have already eaten and taken my bath, but I was yet to sleep, afraid of having nightmare again, they always come when it is dark, darkness lure them in, I signed I needed to sleep even if am scared to, with that I closed the book determined to sleep, I prayed and went to bed.
I woke up with a terrible headache but thankfully they was no nightmare last night, which I was grateful for, I did my business with the bathroom before going down the stairs to meet with my step sister which was a normal school routine.
We got to school pretty early,we went our seperate ways as I went to my class to receive lecture for the day but my mind was clouded with the findings of my research not about the Romeo and Juliet tales Miss Andy was teaching or neither was it The Chemical reaction of Mr Pete.
After classes I made my way to the library,with the sun casting warm patches of light across the tables. I sat in the far corner, surrounded by piles of old, dusty books on mythology, ancient symbols, and spells. It probably looked strange to anyone who walked by—an entire section dedicated to magic, all spread out around me like I was preparing for some kind of ritual. But I needed answers.
I glanced around, making sure no one was watching, and pulled out a small leather-bound notebook I'd found hidden in my mother's study. Its pages were filled with symbols and strange words in a language I didn't understand, but I was sure they meant something. Every time I looked at them, it was like they called to me, whispering just out of reach.
"Hey, Mira!" A voice snapped me back to the present. It was Emma, my best friend, she was the only one who truly cared about me, holding a coffee cup in each hand and raising an eyebrow at my book fortress. "Please tell me you're not planning on casting a spell to skip finals."
I laughed, trying to shake off the strange feeling that had settled over me since I'd started researching. "If only. I'd totally pass history if I could just wave a wand."
Emma set a coffee down in front of me and settled into the chair across the table. "You've been kind of…obsessed with this stuff lately," she said, glancing at the open notebook. "What's going on?"
I hesitated, trying to find the right words. "It's just… I keep having these dreams, like, memories that don't feel like mine. And then I found this notebook in my mom's things. I don't know what any of it means, but I feel like I have to figure it out."
Emma studied me, a slight frown pulling at her mouth. "Are you sure it's…safe?" Her voice was light, but there was worry in her eyes. "Sometimes digging up the past brings up things that should stay buried."
I forced a smile, but the truth was, I didn't know if it was safe. I felt like I was on the edge of something big, something dangerous. And yet, something inside me told me I had to keep going. There was a piece of myself hidden in these pages, a piece I hadn't known was missing.
The bell rang, signaling the start of first period. I sighed, reluctantly packing up the books and slipping the notebook into my bag. But as I walked to class, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. It was that same prickling sensation at the back of my neck that I'd felt a few times over the past weeks, like someone was always just a step behind, hidden in the shadows.
I glanced back, but the hallway was empty.