Chapter 229 A Tragic Love Story

• Faye
• Still in the library, I listen intently as Emelda discloses far more than I expected her to.
• There was a point in Emelda’s life as a vampire that she’d accepted she’d always be alone. Her bed would always be cold, her skin unblemished by a loving touch. She’d never know love again, and for decades, she was all right with it. She’d lost Ewan, after all. The man she was sure the old gods and goddesses wrote for her in the stars she used to worship as a witch.