Free Sinful's Desire by Gracie Meadows Jana Leigh

Vampires couldn’t see their reflections, right?
    She sunk to the floor in tears, wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into.
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    “What does it say?” Sin demanded of Cillian.
    Since entering his office, Sin and Cillian had been scouring the books, which Sin had collected over the years. Some of them were from older vampires, diaries of sorts he had found after they had been killed.
    “Do you remember the vampire we found on the Cliffs of Moher?” Cillian asked.
    “The one who lived in the small lighthouse that is there?” Sin asked and Cillian nodded. “He was crazy, secluded himself up there to prey on tourists. We had to take him out.”
    Cillian nodded, it had been only thirty years ago when they had heard of the man. He had hidden well in the caves close to the cliffs. When they finally found him the man had been crazed, talking and mumbling about finding the one again. Sin had tried to help the man, but he had been nuts. They ended up having to kill him in order to keep humans safe, it didn’t make it easier to kill a fellow vampire.
    When Sin had become Lord of Ireland after killing the previous evil lord, he had made an effort to change things. Under the previous rule, vampires had been allowed to do as they wished, killing and drinking from humans as they wanted without any rules. The humans had been fearful, having created many folklores to explain the deaths. Some had even discovered their secret, and in an effort to remain hidden, Sin had been forced to turn them. So he made the decision to kill any vampire whom refused to change their ways, and accept those into his clan who did. It had taken years to find all the evil creatures, but they had.
    “What does it say?” Sin said absently. His thoughts quickening as he read from a book he was holding, thinking he may have come across something.
    “When we found him, remember, he was spouting off about finding the one ?” Cillian said slowly.
    “Yes,” Sin said, paying closer attention now.
    “According to his journal, he was referring to the female whose blood called to him. He writes, with one taste it intoxicated him, but she ran. For years, he sought her out, feeling a connection yet not being able to find her. It drove him mad,” Cillian said.
    “I have a similar account here. A fisherman who discovered a man whose blood did the same. Except he and the man remained together, feeding only from him for the rest of his life. Where was the journal found?” Sin asked quickly.
    Cillian looked at it and shrugged. “Some of the journals we bought in estate sales.”
    “Listen to this,” Sin said and stood. “I have found my mate, the only one my maker said is meant for me. His blood is the only thing that can nourish me now, if he dies—I die, if I die—he dies, our lives intertwined for eternity.”
    “What?” Cillian asked. “How long did the human live with him?”
    Sinful looked at the last page in the journal, none of this made sense, humans' lives were not tied to theirs. They could drink from them, but unless they turned them, humans would only live their normal life span.
    “We have lived for a hundred and fifty years together, my husband is sorrowful now. His family dead, and all those he knew have left this land. He has no desire to live forever, and to be honest, without him, neither do I. We have decided, tomorrow we will die together, when the sun rises we will bask in its warmth in each other's arms one last time before we do what needs to be done.” Sin finished reading and looked up. “Could it be?”
    “One human for us to mate with?” Cillian asked and then frowned. “Why would it matter? We can drink from humans as it is. What makes the one’s blood so much better?”
    “This is why,” Sin laughed. He had flipped back through the pages of the journal. “Since finding Jeremy I have noticed a change in me. I can walk in the sun for the first time in a century. The first time was an accident, I had been