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For once, gran didn't look so good. That ever present spark in her eyes was... not there. Even her lips looked pale. "Gran, are you OK?" She lifted her head from the pillow and looked at me. Never had I seen her look in so much pain like this, like she was haunted. "No, I'm not. I'm so sorry. I never meant to... I never meant for... I would have never have done it if I had known I would raise something from Hell itself!" A cold ran throughout me, my blood felt like it stopped flowing. "I'm sorry, dear. But I was the one who raised the vampire and I think it wants to kill you!" An unreal feeling went down my spine. Wasn't this a dream? Wasn't this going to end soon? Then like a static storm, the sparks rose up again. The same ones only I seemed to be able to feel and I knew then that he was in the room, that he'd been in the room before we had. "My dear Sally, I fear you've misunderstood. It pains me that you would think I would hurt a family member of yours after you saved me, let alone kill the woman I plan on spending the rest of my eternal life with". "First and foremost! I love this story! I love the quirky attitude and personality of the females in this book, especially Grandma. It's bloody Fantastic." - Soullessliving review.
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