Aurora sat in her lounge chair as she read through the reports from her clan. Ever since Morgana had returned, she had stayed in Transylvania. While she often thought of the beautiful Fey in many different scenarios, some that would bring a blush to her face if she wasn’t a Vampire, she still remembered the scathing words Morgana had left her. Her hand instinctively went to her throat where the Fey had lifted her into the air. It had healed quickly after the encounter, but it never left Aurora’s mind.