Priscilla had been called by many names over the centuries, immortal, monster, killer, vampire, and they were all true. Only once had someone called her a dark angel, mistaking her beauty for something less than deadly. She hated being a killer, she hated the dark monster that she had become, but most of all she hated the man that made her what she was today. That was why she vowed she would have her revenge at all costs.
A dangerous woman on the loose with a penchant for killing was a recipe for disaster. The obstinate woman was intent on killing William Blackmore at all costs. He had made many mistakes over his lifetime. He lived a life filled with grief and regrets, isolated and lonely, he recognized the light in her soul could warm his lonely existence and he immediately wanted her for himself. He made many mistakes, but making her a vampire was not one of them. He regretted not being a better man, and so much more in his life.
Bound by blood, these two were connected body and soul. When a vampire shared blood with another vampire, it connected them eternally to one another. And when a male chose a female, marking meant choosing a mate. Despite her resistance they were now connected by blood ties. Blood Ties are not meant to be broken. Blood Ties run deeper than just being family or friends. Blood ties are ties that bind them for life.
