{I am really sorry the system has publish my draft from another book. Currently working on releasing the original chapter. I have also change the earlier version on clare POV of the previous chapter you can check out if you had read the earlier version.)
BLAZE POV
It's an old saying in vampire culture—"Your beloved grants you sleep."
We say it like a wistful legend, something ancient and poetic passed down through bloodlines, but rarely believed. Because we don't sleep, not really. We rest. We lie still and quiet our minds for an hour or two if we must, but true sleep? That's almost myth. Dreamless rest, sure. But dreams? Deep slumber? That's for mortals. For those who breathe and age and feel time like a noose.
Until tonight.
Today… I finally understood what that meant.
