There are Christmas mornings and then there are Christmas
mornings like this one: watching my brother, Rhys, swagger
through our New York City apartment -- smiling. We are
talking about Rhys, the detached, surly and annoying; the
man who turned brooding into an art form. But he’s not
brooding now. No, he’s practically threatening to pistol
whip me for shaking hands with the beautiful, sweet, half-
dressed creature named Jane who just tried to sneak out of
his bedroom. Weird. And who knew Brother Grim even had a
sex drive?
But it isn’t just the smiling and the sudden libido that
has me freaked out. Something terrible happened last
night, something that made my brother break his own rule
and save the life of a mortal. Whatever it was, now he
doesn’t remember anything from the past two hundred years.
He wants Jane so bad that he’s forcing himself to forget
he’s a vampire, taking himself back to a time before he
crossed over and our family was destroyed. He’s sauntering
around the place like a Regency viscount with an English
accent, saying things like "I behaved like a randy, soused
caper-wit." Did we ever really talk like that? So, Rhys
doesn’t know he’s a vampire, and neither does Jane. This
is what we call a problem.
All I know is, this mortal woman has managed to touch my
brother’s frozen heart, and I, Sebastian Young, will do
whatever it takes to help him keep her.
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