Freashman Blood (Dhampir Dylan Book 1) by Aria Storm

of me. Momma gave me a terse look and said, “Now that is rather pedestrian of ye, Dylan. You’re a princess!” She informed me, as if House Aubrey coat of arms were not branded across my every possession. Heck, it was even embroidered on my undies! (Which told you about how much I went shopping for truly boutique items.) “How could I forget that I am a princess, when it’s all everyone seems to talk about?” I asked my momma rhetorically, and she sighed and reached out and touched my spine, stroking my back soothingly. Even though Hellen was the Valkyrie Prime to Odin, and Thor, she was profoundly warm and tender as a parent. I’ve seen her in battle, momma is a winged reaper of souls. “We only ever wish to impress upon you how special you are, Dylan. You are one of a kind, on so many levels. I just hope you are careful, because many will seek to use your access to the immortal crowns.” I sighed and said, “Then Jax is the better choice. Since she is in two royal houses more than I am. Hell, I am like one drop of Aubrey, so, low hanging fruit is my name!” I said, and dad grabbed my elbow and stopped me in my tracks. “You are as much an Aubrey, as any fecking person throughout history! I know Clare, and Mavis would say so if they were here to do so!” My father said in an ardent tone. I could detect the notes of wistfulness. He deeply longed to see his old friend again. Without further drama, we all rode the elevator, and it opened to the ground floor. We were off to pick up Liv, and