Eternally Damned (Shallow Cove Dimensions, #1)

by January Rayne

“La Fale brasken ini ou sanguila.”

The Fallen forever in our blood.

“Brother, brasken ini mi sanguila,“ I whisper my goodbyes. His jaw flexes and he bends down to press our foreheads against one another for what is probably the last time. Brother, forever in my blood.

All because my last name is Wildes, like the “witch” who burned at the Salem Witch Trials.

I love it because it is what I know. I hate it because it’s all I’ve known.

“I’ve waited for so long to be set free. Come home.”

“Don’t go. I only exist when you’re here,” I admit, not wanting to fade into nothing. My heart isn’t ready for her to leave either. Her eyes widen, the whites of her eyes as big as moons. “Say it again?”

I can’t fall in love with a man that doesn’t exist.

Maven is mine to protect. She will only ever need me at the end of the day, everyone else, they are just temporary. I’m for eternity.

“We barely know each other.” “That statement means nothing when we feel everything.”

Images assault my mind imagining her pregnant with my child, her stomach round, my hands caressing the beautiful bump, and the baby kicking against my palm.

“You are the sun,”

“Maven, You’ll change everything. You’ll open the door to the paranormal world again, but it isn’t you that causes the ripple in dimensions. It’s the child you’re carrying. Half vampire of the original vampire lineage, half pure elemental witch, your child will be the most powerful and the most feared. People and creatures around will want you dead to make sure that child is not born. But they must be. Everything will change, Maven.

Have Alexander take you to the cove. He’ll know why. Count on your familiar, she’ll protect you at all costs. Listen to yourself and you’ll change the world. I never met you, but I love you. Be the witch you were always born to be. -Sarah Wildes. Previous Coven Witch to the Monreauxs.

“I love you,” I say. “I’ve loved you for 191 years, Beloved.” “And I’ll love you for 191 eternities,”

“Forgetful?” “Only because you kiss-stified me.”

“I love you for trying, but never do that again. Ever. I can’t ever lose you.” He cups my face, his blue eyes full of concern. “But what’s lost is lost, my sweet little witch.

Oh, I love you. You have no idea. You’ll never know the depths my heart feels for you.

I love you too, Lex. With my entire soul, with all my power.

“Vampire hug!” Uncle Luca shouts, always fun-loving and happy, but I hear the vibrato.

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