But matters of the heart cannot be controlled or bent to the whims of any creature, no matter how much one may wish otherwise. Though time means nothing to a vampire, when love is involved, it suddenly becomes important, and with it comes a bittersweet bite that leaves one aching.
Taliesin never thought his past would break them apart.
Mistakes are a part of everyone’s life, even if one is no longer counted among the living. Taliesin cannot say he is proud of the things he has done but without having done them, his existence would be empty of those he cherishes the most.
When the whispers of unrest threaten to tear asunder both old bonds and new, Taliesin fears even time will not be enough to heal the wounds the new-found lovers will have to endure. Knowing all too well the anguish of loss and heartache, Taliesin can only hope the cost of their love will not be the undoing of all he holds dear.