Calebre

CCX's attraction to her was unstoppable - undeniable.
Like a thunderbolt piercing his heart, it beat only for Stacey and had since the first time he saw her two years ago at the Annex Ball.
In those fleeting few seconds, Cal sensed their incredible connection - he knew it, felt it, lived it. After that, there was never any question.
Stacey belonged with him.
Usually, Cal was highly skilled at predicting male/female attractions. He had a keen eye for the subtle nuances - spotting a passionate connection a mile away. And, he could often predict the next step in attraction's delicate dance of maybe yes - maybe no.
Only that little skill sure didn't work for him. Cal was dead wrong and way out in left field with his heart’s desire. Uh, huh - he suspected with Stacey - he wasn't even on the same field.
Most certainly, he’d called this attraction wrong as Cal watched Stacey on the far side of the Council of Nine office smiling up at the powerful Ruler of the Vampires – the Chosen One - Roman Mangetti.
Cal stiffened when her shiny black hair splayed over the Vamp’s too muscular forearm as she leaned in close to playfully, but chastely peck Roman’s cheek.
Softly, Stacey squealed with laughter as Roman Mangetti hugged her too tightly.
Cal absorbed the fantastic sound of her laughter while ignoring Roman’s hands were still on her.
Oddly, her laughter calmed CCX - settled that cauldron of power inside him - unmanageable power once unleashed.
Stacey's long black hair cascaded around her strong shoulders and tumbled down her delicate back. An incredible set of piercing blue eyes - Aegean blue - and wide lush lips she always painted red always made Cal’s heart boom in his chest.
From the first, Cal appreciated her classy looks and those piercing blue eyes that would lead him into a world of wonder. A world he never imagined he’d be part of.
Stacey was that world – she made that world possible for CCX.