![]() ![]() What lay on the other side was a dark, dusty, and chilly room. ![]() It took all my strength to pry open the beam, but less to open the rusty door. My impatience got the best of me, so I figured a quick peek wouldn’t hurt anyone. I paced in front of the door, deliberating whether to wait until he was finished. I had no idea what lay on the other side, and since Alexander was upstairs creating a masterpiece, I didn’t want to disturb him. Behind the staircase and toward the north wing of the house I found an arched wooden door secured with a heavy wooden beam. Upon moving a portrait for storage in the basement, I stumbled across something I’d never seen before. I wanted him to have an alternative macabre sanctuary when he needed a retreat from painting in his attic room.Īfter Alexander’s parents returned to Romania, I had decided to once again give the Mansion a feminine touch. I’d transformed the wine cellar into a ghastly haunt as a present for him. I, Raven Madison, was in terminal bliss.Īlexander, my vampire boyfriend, and I were nestled together in the dusty depths of the Mansion’s basement, passionately clinging to each other like a broken spider-web. The kind of kiss where I felt as if I’d die if it ever ended. It was a deadly kiss-the kind of kiss that stole my breath, forced my heart into overdrive, left me hopelessly weakened and desperately gasping for more. ![]()
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