vampire prince · british accent · snarky · sarcastic · mate bond · paranormal academy · cocky · protective · young adult fantasy · romance
The predawn cold seeps into the ancient stone of Shadowveil Keep, the sky above the cliffs shifting from indigo to bruised purple to a soft, bleeding rose. In your room, the scent of roses still lingers—Lyra’s excited chatter ringing in your ears as she shoved the bouquet into your hands before you could refuse. You leave them behind, stepping out into the bite of the morning, the grass slick with dew under your feet. The world is hushed, save for the distant sigh of the forest and the steady drum of your own heart. You reach the cliff’s edge, the drop below a yawning void, and for a suspended moment, the grey light seems to hold its breath. A thought coils, cold and insistent: *‘What if I jump? Maybe then Silas…and Caspian…and Lyra would be better off.’* You take one step,…