Possessed hearts - стр. 6
The last time I spoke to Martin was before the Oslo shoot, and I didn't have to listen long to hear about how he'd managed to have fun in those six days. But I did share with him my short trip to Oslo, emphasising that despite the gypsies and beggars, I had fallen in love with the city and bought a flat there. If he wants, he can use it whenever he wants. Martin grinned and said he'd think about my offer.
– Like everyone else. Mariszka and Markus have it, – he answered my question. – Misha and Fredrik are also at the castle. Everyone is here, waiting for you.
– That's nice," I said sarcastically, imagining how I'd have to hug everyone. – And your parents?
– They flew in yesterday.
– I'm not surprised.
– Brandon's at the castle, too.
A sigh of surprise escaped my chest.
– Brandon? – I asked, raising my eyebrows mockingly. – Since when did he become Mroczek?
– He's Markus's best friend," Martin shrugged.
– Yes, and he refused to be Cedric's godfather! – I reminded him.
Mariszka insisted that her son be baptised in the Catholic Church. The godmother was, of course, Misha (my name wasn't even mentioned in the discussion), and Brandon was to be the godfather. But he refused, saying that his lifestyle made him unworthy of such an honourable title.
An unworthy lifestyle. He sleeps with mortal women. So, by his reckoning, I am unworthy. Narrow-minded bastard.
– He had a reason, and frankly, I agree with his decision not to be Cedric's godfather," Martin said.
– Yes, it was his ever-serious and withdrawn Uncle Cedric! – I giggled.
But the thought of Brandon Grayson being there in the castle right now, of seeing him, filled me with nervous abandon.
Mariszka's wedding. The guests. Fun. Brandon.
– Are you okay? – I heard Martin's voice, forcing me back to reality.
I blinked, pushing away the painful memories.
– I'm always fine, Martin," I replied calmly, hiding the storm that was now ripping through my chest. – I was just thinking. So what about Brandon? Still single?
– He's in love, but he prefers to be alone. Too bad he doesn't have hunting parties on his estate anymore. Damn, that was fun.
– Wait! Wait! Is Brandon in love? – That news took me by surprise.
Who knew? He's in love! I think the ground shook with that news.
Brandon. That horrible vampire. I thought there was no room for love. He's all about cruelty and lust.
– Amazing, isn't it? – Martin gave a short laugh. – When Fredrik told me that, I didn't believe it. But Markus confirmed it. You know Brandon – he considers this feeling a weakness and prefers not to discuss the subject. Not with anyone. Not even Markus.
– Yeah, that's understandable, but who is she? – I had to find out her name. I should know her name.
But I knew for sure it wasn't me.
– And that's the big mystery. Nobody knows who the conqueror is. He never once said her name.
– There's no way nobody knows who she is! I'm sure Markus is well aware of that! – I said sarcastically.
I was annoyed: such news, but no one could tell me what kind of woman had captivated Brandon! Which vampire? There are hundreds of them! Which one of them has the bastard's heart now? And does she want it, that black, dirty heart?
– You're wrong, Markus doesn't know, that's for sure. The only thing we know is that the lady does not reciprocate him," Martin said in a serious tone.